Gun Class, Vol. 2
Say she like the way I move
I said I like it too
Told her Keep on waiting til she figure out
What I can do
Told her keep the talking for her nigga
Cause I ain't her dude
I ain't got no answer to your question
It ain't an interview
Skinny nigga fuck with thick bitches
Cause my dick big
Even though she dragging the whole wagon
I still slid in
I'm her stand out nigga
Huh
Barely fit in
Said she stressed out
Told her slide
Cause we gon' get it in
I been thinking planning bout some shit
That I don't talk about
Do it with no witness like I'm Willis
What you talking bout
Feeling like I'm Dennis
I'm a menace when I walk around
I ain't even pop out with a chain and
She still want me now
Dumb nigga
Think he sipping wock but that's a Karo mix
The shit you move been stepped on so much
I call 'em Lego bricks
Claim you got that work but that shit Fety
We all know that shit
Fake ass nigga act like you got it
But you ain't on shit
Huh huh
But you ain't on shit (Haaaah)
Say she like the way I move
I said I like it too
Told her Keep on waiting til she figure out
What I can do
Told her keep the talking for her nigga
Cause I ain't her dude
I ain't got no answer to your question
It ain't an interview
Skinny nigga fuck with thick bitches
Cause my dick big
Even though she dragging the whole wagon
I still slid in
I'm her stand out nigga
Huh
Barely fit in
Said she stressed out
Told her slide
Cause we gon' get it in
Give 'em nightmares
Big blade like I'm Jason
Better start running
Two-two-three's get to chasing
Twist a three-five in a wood
Then I face it
And it'll never be no problems
I'm the equation
I say left foot
Right foot
Step up
Shoot
I'm smokin' on that stanky shit
Like this somebody poo
Fuck my bitch sister
If I caught get caught
I'm what the fuck I do
Shorty told me she a player
Bitch don't know I'm player two
Say I'm Quagmire with these bitches
Bitch I'm tryna get sum giggity
Roll up pack and show my tats
Now shorty say she feelin' me
Can't hang around you goofies
On that broke nigga activity
I'm tryna slaughter any nigga
Standing in my vicinity
Finessekid not touching racks
You must be smoking fentanyl
Balling so damn hard
The ref might fuck around
Call a technical
Shorty think I love her
Cause she slobbered on my testicles
She was munching on my dick
Treat my shit just like some vegetables
I said I like it too
Told her Keep on waiting til she figure out
What I can do
Told her keep the talking for her nigga
Cause I ain't her dude
I ain't got no answer to your question
It ain't an interview
Skinny nigga fuck with thick bitches
Cause my dick big
Even though she dragging the whole wagon
I still slid in
I'm her stand out nigga
Huh
Barely fit in
Said she stressed out
Told her slide
Cause we gon' get it in
I been thinking planning bout some shit
That I don't talk about
Do it with no witness like I'm Willis
What you talking bout
Feeling like I'm Dennis
I'm a menace when I walk around
I ain't even pop out with a chain and
She still want me now
Dumb nigga
Think he sipping wock but that's a Karo mix
The shit you move been stepped on so much
I call 'em Lego bricks
Claim you got that work but that shit Fety
We all know that shit
Fake ass nigga act like you got it
But you ain't on shit
Huh huh
But you ain't on shit (Haaaah)
Say she like the way I move
I said I like it too
Told her Keep on waiting til she figure out
What I can do
Told her keep the talking for her nigga
Cause I ain't her dude
I ain't got no answer to your question
It ain't an interview
Skinny nigga fuck with thick bitches
Cause my dick big
Even though she dragging the whole wagon
I still slid in
I'm her stand out nigga
Huh
Barely fit in
Said she stressed out
Told her slide
Cause we gon' get it in
Give 'em nightmares
Big blade like I'm Jason
Better start running
Two-two-three's get to chasing
Twist a three-five in a wood
Then I face it
And it'll never be no problems
I'm the equation
I say left foot
Right foot
Step up
Shoot
I'm smokin' on that stanky shit
Like this somebody poo
Fuck my bitch sister
If I caught get caught
I'm what the fuck I do
Shorty told me she a player
Bitch don't know I'm player two
Say I'm Quagmire with these bitches
Bitch I'm tryna get sum giggity
Roll up pack and show my tats
Now shorty say she feelin' me
Can't hang around you goofies
On that broke nigga activity
I'm tryna slaughter any nigga
Standing in my vicinity
Finessekid not touching racks
You must be smoking fentanyl
Balling so damn hard
The ref might fuck around
Call a technical
Shorty think I love her
Cause she slobbered on my testicles
She was munching on my dick
Treat my shit just like some vegetables
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Writer(s): Shanndon Smith
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