No Gun$
Yeah, only real one
(Only real one, I'm the only real one)
Only real one I'm the only real one)
Uh, Might take a shot but I don't need a gun
Imma' kill your ass with my bars and my lungs
Your girl call me daddy and that's why you is my son
Listen up bitch Imma' only say this once
Man you got some nerve
Calling me out
What is worth
Lets figure out
Man, star power 'bout to come on
(Ooo)
Gas pedal put my foot on
(Ooo)
Ride all around with the roof off
(Skrrt!)
Fold up a bogey like futon
Quiet lil' baby, got to put to 'em in they sleep
Wolf don't play with no God damn sheep man
I just eat, thats all y'all got y'all got me weak
Catch that bullet all in my teeth
Let out that beast
I treat the beat, like war zone
My poor foes, gone' die in they ways of poor notes
I flip the page with sore thumbs, no sore throat but I'm
Sick of you all and I live in the water
I see it I call it they mad it I got it
Swim with the fishes I'm serving up lobster
Go bar to bar then you choose to get slaughtered
Swim in the lake you get chewed by the monster
Lock on like missile
(Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Got verbs and nouns in my pistol
Adjectives in my 22'
Opponents face, they turning blue
No breath, no life, I'll murder you
Stop rapping go flip burgers dude like
Uh, Might take a shot but I don't need my gun
Imma' kill your ass with my bars and my lungs
Your girl call me daddy and that's why you is my son
Listen up bitch Imma' only say this once
Awh, I want y'all to hear this clearly
So Imma' speak slow
Alright, I know
I know my haters slow
(Yeah)
Ah, man they was laughing back when Lobo started rapping
But now I am the captain
I broke out of a habit being trash and acting average
My hair went Michael Jackson and the bitches started snapping
Search for needles in the stack
And found my brothers in the back
And I'll die before, I'll lie before
I reveal vicious tactics
Or my secret to my magic
You ain't found it, you ain't have it
You ain't found it, you ain't have it, PUNK!
If you take a shot then you don't need a gun
I ain't afraid to die but it just wouldn't be as fun
You need some inspiration so The Wolf went huff and puff
And If you want beef then let's agree to keep it in a song
Or just fucking shoot me, 'cause thats probably the only way that y'all will ever win
I'm coming for the crown, the throne and whatever spot that number one is in
I can not stress enough that I'm driven and I have been
To hell and back, and I was praised for all my sins
A.P.L.L out...
(Only real one, I'm the only real one)
Only real one I'm the only real one)
Uh, Might take a shot but I don't need a gun
Imma' kill your ass with my bars and my lungs
Your girl call me daddy and that's why you is my son
Listen up bitch Imma' only say this once
Man you got some nerve
Calling me out
What is worth
Lets figure out
Man, star power 'bout to come on
(Ooo)
Gas pedal put my foot on
(Ooo)
Ride all around with the roof off
(Skrrt!)
Fold up a bogey like futon
Quiet lil' baby, got to put to 'em in they sleep
Wolf don't play with no God damn sheep man
I just eat, thats all y'all got y'all got me weak
Catch that bullet all in my teeth
Let out that beast
I treat the beat, like war zone
My poor foes, gone' die in they ways of poor notes
I flip the page with sore thumbs, no sore throat but I'm
Sick of you all and I live in the water
I see it I call it they mad it I got it
Swim with the fishes I'm serving up lobster
Go bar to bar then you choose to get slaughtered
Swim in the lake you get chewed by the monster
Lock on like missile
(Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Got verbs and nouns in my pistol
Adjectives in my 22'
Opponents face, they turning blue
No breath, no life, I'll murder you
Stop rapping go flip burgers dude like
Uh, Might take a shot but I don't need my gun
Imma' kill your ass with my bars and my lungs
Your girl call me daddy and that's why you is my son
Listen up bitch Imma' only say this once
Awh, I want y'all to hear this clearly
So Imma' speak slow
Alright, I know
I know my haters slow
(Yeah)
Ah, man they was laughing back when Lobo started rapping
But now I am the captain
I broke out of a habit being trash and acting average
My hair went Michael Jackson and the bitches started snapping
Search for needles in the stack
And found my brothers in the back
And I'll die before, I'll lie before
I reveal vicious tactics
Or my secret to my magic
You ain't found it, you ain't have it
You ain't found it, you ain't have it, PUNK!
If you take a shot then you don't need a gun
I ain't afraid to die but it just wouldn't be as fun
You need some inspiration so The Wolf went huff and puff
And If you want beef then let's agree to keep it in a song
Or just fucking shoot me, 'cause thats probably the only way that y'all will ever win
I'm coming for the crown, the throne and whatever spot that number one is in
I can not stress enough that I'm driven and I have been
To hell and back, and I was praised for all my sins
A.P.L.L out...
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Writer(s): Antonio Lopez
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