Gun Stuck To My Hand

Keep this gun stuck to my hand for niggas stealing bands
Keep this gun stuck to my hand for niggas stealing bands
Keep this gun stuck to my hands for niggas stealing bands
This glock have u twisted spinning like a fucking fan

Keep this gun stuck to my hands for niggas stealing bands
This glock have u twisted spinning like fucking fan
Take that gun out of your hands if you aint gonna blam
Jealousy up in yo eyes i know u wanna cry Why dont u go ahead commit suicide u wanna die
Alll them lies you tellin in ya rhymes u better stop
All the foolary aint fooling me theres no more disguise
& There's no where to hide
Better watch ya back late night when i creep with the guys
All of my niggas gettin money get fly
Took ya bird now we fly to the to sky
Theres no limit when u link with guys
Told my niggas that we gotta get high
Told my niggas that we gotta get high

Keep this gun stuck to my hands for niggas stealing bands
Keep this gun stuck to my hands for niggas stealing bands
This glock have u twisted spinning like a fucking fan



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Writer(s): Isaiah Lewis
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