Gun & Bullets

Gun and bullets
Can cause you die suckers
Please try again fuckers
You tell lies peasant

In front of a prophet
You can die by sucide from words
Or some truckers
With stick up girls

You can't stop it
Standing on the track
While we running a train on your girl jack
This time while you watch you can't crop it out the picture

I'm throwing no hitters
City slicker
Just one question slime
Who you think is quicker

The winner or the loser
Your still running inline
Who are you
Not this nigga

Go check your time
I sleep all day
While you work all day
No best way

To say it nigga
The writing is on the wall
No false hood I still floss good
No witchery from Hollywood

I'm always good
What would say nigga
Kill him in the hood
While he eats
What he stole
Big pot on the stove
Cooking snow
To a ball
In the fall
Who could pay for that call

No matter the sport we ball
Now look winter is here
Still making cash clear
Without my derrière

You can't have too much love for niggas- here
This pistol's clear
Bless gambling
Fist full for thousands for years

Be deleting stress
Showing you the keys to heaven
To see the best dry your tears
Just open your eyes

This is not a test
I know I'm right! right!
Don't we all got to die reverent
We all know it's not pleasant

But that's beside the point
Now I'm having a hell of a time
Squatting in a church
While your hoping I'm cursed

Look at the scorers purse
Coral marble thirst
Discussion in plurals

How many funerals
And substitute tutorials
For momerial
I'm just trying to encourage you

With pictorials
All what you see
In front of you
Is because I got focus
Through my blunted view
Robbing tourists
The street chorus
With no hook on a tape for clue

Vatos loco
Got this gun in a chokehold
Til this toto
Why can't you appreciate what you have so

Without selling coco
Or you soul soul
You're driving a Ferrari
With a missing tooth

Uh-oh
We don't believe in you no more
You killing who for promo
You can't even pay for your tooth for sure

You speak the truth cut your tongue
A few snakes crossed me
And got run out
So I keep the gun out

No fun routes
I learn those from loyalty
And shorty to kill niggas softly
From a refugee

To settle my kettle free
Losing my big blood
Who could get through to me love
F you screw you B!

I don't trust you G
Paranoia setting in for free
Can't let nothing stay without rent
So I charge my bullet for consent

And find my knives for torment
The truth is always discontent
I say what you can't invent
The evil needs you to repent
To far beyond my point to extent
No more paying niggas rent
Either it's a favor for a friend
Tell niggas to work for it
Y'all bitch niggas should twerk for it



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Writer(s): Croesus Ecelugich
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