I Got a Gun (feat. 704 Prod)
Nutted on her booty in the bathroom
Lamborghini engine
Go vroom like a vacuum
AP
Red face
Bad mood
Damn dude
Can't lose
I got the sauce, the juice and the power
I got some bitches thicker than a brick
They be thinking they slick
Until they get devoured
I'm not for the cowards
Not for the kings
Not for the peasants
Or anybody in between
None
I'm second to one
And that nigga dead so you better flee
You better run
I come from the crumbs
Never had nothing
So I'm taking everything I see
Funds
I did it, it's done
Ain't nobody taking nothing from me
Cuz I got a gun
Time is money
So I never have free time
All my niggas whip pies like key lime
All yo' niggas turning' rat
Like three blind mice
Easter candy in the freezer nigga
Peep my ice
Thirty on me with the bulletproof vest
Run up on me
And we can put it to the test
You don't want it with a nigga
So don't run up on a nigga
Cause the thirty on me
Gon' take yo' breath
Take a nigga bitch like Bowser
Got the fire and the chrome
Like browsers
Leave ya skull lookin
Like a bowl of chowder
Stomp a nigga out
Like we jumpin' in a bouncer
Every little nigga that's around ya
Will be buried around ya
Young black boy with an old black gun That bitch CCH Pounder
Lime green lean like Mountain Dew
I dream things your mouth can do
But you gotta show me
Fuck with the homie
Then fuck my lil' homie
You know me, it's Nami
Boogieman better go get yo' mommy
Hoodie on drip like a tsunami
No Netflix and chill lil bitch for real
In here we watch TOONAMI
I pop a Percocet, I am invincible
Pop another couple 'til I'm invisible
I am the mythical, I am the mystical
I'm the original, you are the typical
I am the principal, you are the student
The fuck out my office
The fuck is you doing?
I am the principal, you are the student
The fuck out my office
The fuck is you doing?
Nutted on her booty in the bathroom
Lamborghini engine
Go vroom like a vacuum
AP
Red face
Bad mood
Damn dude
Can't lose
I got the sauce, the juice and the power
I got some bitches thicker than a brick
They be thinking they slick
Until they get devoured
I'm not for the cowards
Not for the kings
Not for the peasants
Or anybody in between
None
I'm second to one
And that nigga dead so you better flee
You better run
I come from the crumbs
Never had nothing
So I'm taking everything I see
Funds
I did it, it's done
Ain't nobody taking nothing from me
Cuz I got a gun
Cuz I got a gun
Yeah I got a gun
But I don't fire shots
Put a knife to his gut
You barked from a burner
You hiding from something
You won't catch me lacking
Like I'm on the run
You stalk like it's your job
Get hired or something
These niggas talk when
They aint firing nothing
You get more attention
The higher the sum and
These niggas run from me
Like I got a gun
If you want my bread
Best hope you don't jam
Or you damned
Catch a clip like Onlyfans
A magazine will take the paper
Right from your hands
And fronts for grams
Will leave my niggas
Posting stolen bands
Give me my flowers
Bitch I go stupid
Niggas on hush
Closing they two lips
He don't like my music
Boy, you a doofus
Make something better
Cut the excuses
Bitch called me broke
But she stuck in a Buick
Keep them blues on me
I love me some bruises
Hoes in the crib
Got me stuck in here choosing
Niggas won't copy
But fuck with the blueprint
We in the convertible
Chucking the deuces
Got this bitch shaking her butt
Where the roof is
Gun in the camera fuck it we shooting
Man, turn my shit up
Boy, the fuck is you doing?
Nutted on her booty in the bathroom
Lamborghini engine
Go vroom like a vacuum
AP
Red face
Bad mood
Damn dude
Can't lose
I got the sauce, the juice and the power
I got some bitches thicker than a brick
They be thinking they slick
Until they get devoured
I'm not for the cowards
Not for the kings
Not for the peasants
Or anybody in between
None
I'm second to one
And that nigga dead so you better flee
You better run
I come from the crumbs
Never had nothing
So I'm taking everything I see
Funds
I did it, it's done
Ain't nobody taking nothing from me
Cuz I got a gun
Lamborghini engine
Go vroom like a vacuum
AP
Red face
Bad mood
Damn dude
Can't lose
I got the sauce, the juice and the power
I got some bitches thicker than a brick
They be thinking they slick
Until they get devoured
I'm not for the cowards
Not for the kings
Not for the peasants
Or anybody in between
None
I'm second to one
And that nigga dead so you better flee
You better run
I come from the crumbs
Never had nothing
So I'm taking everything I see
Funds
I did it, it's done
Ain't nobody taking nothing from me
Cuz I got a gun
Time is money
So I never have free time
All my niggas whip pies like key lime
All yo' niggas turning' rat
Like three blind mice
Easter candy in the freezer nigga
Peep my ice
Thirty on me with the bulletproof vest
Run up on me
And we can put it to the test
You don't want it with a nigga
So don't run up on a nigga
Cause the thirty on me
Gon' take yo' breath
Take a nigga bitch like Bowser
Got the fire and the chrome
Like browsers
Leave ya skull lookin
Like a bowl of chowder
Stomp a nigga out
Like we jumpin' in a bouncer
Every little nigga that's around ya
Will be buried around ya
Young black boy with an old black gun That bitch CCH Pounder
Lime green lean like Mountain Dew
I dream things your mouth can do
But you gotta show me
Fuck with the homie
Then fuck my lil' homie
You know me, it's Nami
Boogieman better go get yo' mommy
Hoodie on drip like a tsunami
No Netflix and chill lil bitch for real
In here we watch TOONAMI
I pop a Percocet, I am invincible
Pop another couple 'til I'm invisible
I am the mythical, I am the mystical
I'm the original, you are the typical
I am the principal, you are the student
The fuck out my office
The fuck is you doing?
I am the principal, you are the student
The fuck out my office
The fuck is you doing?
Nutted on her booty in the bathroom
Lamborghini engine
Go vroom like a vacuum
AP
Red face
Bad mood
Damn dude
Can't lose
I got the sauce, the juice and the power
I got some bitches thicker than a brick
They be thinking they slick
Until they get devoured
I'm not for the cowards
Not for the kings
Not for the peasants
Or anybody in between
None
I'm second to one
And that nigga dead so you better flee
You better run
I come from the crumbs
Never had nothing
So I'm taking everything I see
Funds
I did it, it's done
Ain't nobody taking nothing from me
Cuz I got a gun
Cuz I got a gun
Yeah I got a gun
But I don't fire shots
Put a knife to his gut
You barked from a burner
You hiding from something
You won't catch me lacking
Like I'm on the run
You stalk like it's your job
Get hired or something
These niggas talk when
They aint firing nothing
You get more attention
The higher the sum and
These niggas run from me
Like I got a gun
If you want my bread
Best hope you don't jam
Or you damned
Catch a clip like Onlyfans
A magazine will take the paper
Right from your hands
And fronts for grams
Will leave my niggas
Posting stolen bands
Give me my flowers
Bitch I go stupid
Niggas on hush
Closing they two lips
He don't like my music
Boy, you a doofus
Make something better
Cut the excuses
Bitch called me broke
But she stuck in a Buick
Keep them blues on me
I love me some bruises
Hoes in the crib
Got me stuck in here choosing
Niggas won't copy
But fuck with the blueprint
We in the convertible
Chucking the deuces
Got this bitch shaking her butt
Where the roof is
Gun in the camera fuck it we shooting
Man, turn my shit up
Boy, the fuck is you doing?
Nutted on her booty in the bathroom
Lamborghini engine
Go vroom like a vacuum
AP
Red face
Bad mood
Damn dude
Can't lose
I got the sauce, the juice and the power
I got some bitches thicker than a brick
They be thinking they slick
Until they get devoured
I'm not for the cowards
Not for the kings
Not for the peasants
Or anybody in between
None
I'm second to one
And that nigga dead so you better flee
You better run
I come from the crumbs
Never had nothing
So I'm taking everything I see
Funds
I did it, it's done
Ain't nobody taking nothing from me
Cuz I got a gun
Credits
Writer(s): Khari Norman
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