What does your gun sound like?

I bing bat a bing a bing bat a boom
Two Seater the rari there ani't to much room
I came out with fire yeah straight out the whom
Ar-fifteen now this is your doom
I got the fire so I got the fume
Pharaoh with money put me in my tomb
Ice on my neck go grab me a spoon
I ani't have money I turned to tycoon
In summer is hot my nickname is June
Put this on your playlist and make it your tune
I look at the stars awhool at the moon
I can't catch death no I am immune
They put me on pause but now they resume
I had to sit tight and wait in the queue
I look at the world enjoying the view
I got a new watch now I'm feeling new
I'm ending this song just like I am glue
I stuck with the plan and stuck the crew
I'm pitching the ball I'm throwing the screw
I'm making the art cuz that what I drew
I was so young but now that I grew
I'm telling you goofies that you gonna lose
But that's old news
You wear old shoes
I'm up in Greece chilling on a cruise
Dress in all black so I feel like Bruce
Afraid of me so they offer truce

I'm spitting this verse
My words are diverse
I'm breaking these hearts no I'm not a nurse
Hoop and a dunk I feel like the spurs
I did this whole thing without any slurs
But that's what occurs
They came in a lamb they leave in a hearse
Got suade on suade it's what you prefer
Go out to LV and try different furs
I cannot remember no it is a blur
I can't be stoped
I pull up with glocks
She feeling my locs
Tv boondocks
LV I shop
My fits I swap
The voice I chop
The gun I pop
I'm tired of rapping might go and shop
For two twin glocks
Now look at the time
No look at the clock
I show this to uncle he will be shock



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Ramirez
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