Gun Em Down
Yeah, Ruinsrage
Yeah! Yeah!
I'm just counting all this money counting green
We pull up to your block we shoot you with that beam
And we just pulled up on you and your whole team
And i'm fucking on yo' ex, yeah i'm fucking on yo' mom
We counting all this money yeah you know that we gon' ball
And we sent yo' man up to the sky you know that he ain't gon fall
(Let's Go!)
Yeah, bend the bars, flip the switch
Nine long, big swish
Thick bitch, yeah i got a long dick
Skinny ho', yeah i'm doing my shit
Yeah she for you but i tried it, Yeah with the gang we do fly shit
I'm not winning but i tied it, over here changing the climate
If i tell him to my guys hit, his bitch too fat need a diet
Call up his bitch while he dying
And then he gon' think it's a joke we not lying
(Yeah!)
They get excited when KC come thru
Cus they know my pockets is stuffed of them blues
I'm off of a perc and she off of like two
Said i only win cus i never lose
I'm telling my bitch and she know we gon turn up
Not talking B's but they finna murder
She pull up with niggas that i never heard of
Timmy timmy turner wish for a burner
Only takes one of me i'm finna merc him
Bullet to the head it won't even hurt him
At all, i take his bitch and i feel like a god
She fucking with me she stay on my cock
After i'm done get pass her my squad
For real, a young nigga like me way too busy for a bitch
I flex no kizzy on a bitch, but i kept the whole city for my bitch
But i keep the glizzy my stick, For real
I said shout out my lil brother ray
He pass me the gatt and i blow off your face
You fucking with him then you fuck with the gang
(POW!)
Young turnt nigga and you know that i'm next
I can get you killed i ain't even gotta drop a check
He say that he a killer we gon put him to the test
Spraying all them choppas, yeah we like the sound of that
Standing on the business, yeah you know i stand on that
I ain't really with the talking all about that action
And we pull up with them pistols and them semi automatics
Yeah, we clapping
Fuck all that talking we up with that action
We pull up with pistols you know that we blasting
Can't fuck with y'all niggas y'all niggas be chatting
Me and my niggas we getting the wack in
Barely 13 and we hitting them licks
Sofa to sofa we hiding them licks
I hit the back of the truck and we hitting this lick
Then i'm outta of the bitch
Run up on me you get popped like a zit
Run up on me and we empty the clip
Yeah! Yeah!
I'm just counting all this money counting green
We pull up to your block we shoot you with that beam
And we just pulled up on you and your whole team
And i'm fucking on yo' ex, yeah i'm fucking on yo' mom
We counting all this money yeah you know that we gon' ball
And we sent yo' man up to the sky you know that he ain't gon fall
(Let's Go!)
Yeah, bend the bars, flip the switch
Nine long, big swish
Thick bitch, yeah i got a long dick
Skinny ho', yeah i'm doing my shit
Yeah she for you but i tried it, Yeah with the gang we do fly shit
I'm not winning but i tied it, over here changing the climate
If i tell him to my guys hit, his bitch too fat need a diet
Call up his bitch while he dying
And then he gon' think it's a joke we not lying
(Yeah!)
They get excited when KC come thru
Cus they know my pockets is stuffed of them blues
I'm off of a perc and she off of like two
Said i only win cus i never lose
I'm telling my bitch and she know we gon turn up
Not talking B's but they finna murder
She pull up with niggas that i never heard of
Timmy timmy turner wish for a burner
Only takes one of me i'm finna merc him
Bullet to the head it won't even hurt him
At all, i take his bitch and i feel like a god
She fucking with me she stay on my cock
After i'm done get pass her my squad
For real, a young nigga like me way too busy for a bitch
I flex no kizzy on a bitch, but i kept the whole city for my bitch
But i keep the glizzy my stick, For real
I said shout out my lil brother ray
He pass me the gatt and i blow off your face
You fucking with him then you fuck with the gang
(POW!)
Young turnt nigga and you know that i'm next
I can get you killed i ain't even gotta drop a check
He say that he a killer we gon put him to the test
Spraying all them choppas, yeah we like the sound of that
Standing on the business, yeah you know i stand on that
I ain't really with the talking all about that action
And we pull up with them pistols and them semi automatics
Yeah, we clapping
Fuck all that talking we up with that action
We pull up with pistols you know that we blasting
Can't fuck with y'all niggas y'all niggas be chatting
Me and my niggas we getting the wack in
Barely 13 and we hitting them licks
Sofa to sofa we hiding them licks
I hit the back of the truck and we hitting this lick
Then i'm outta of the bitch
Run up on me you get popped like a zit
Run up on me and we empty the clip
Credits
Writer(s): Abel Coria, Carlos Munoz, Julio Cruz, Luis Perez
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