Gun Control
Gun control with my finger on the trigga
You a big dawg now time to get quicker
Runnin your pockets we just took your shit
Didn't try to fight back ya got your head split
Call your boys and try to run it back
Not gonna happen your crew is wack
That's what you get for fuckin with us
Now it's time to turn your head to dust
Finger on the trigger
Barrel in your mouth
One false move
And I'll put you in the ground
See the fear of god behind those eyes
Soft motherfucker it's your time to die
Drive by shoot 'em up light the fuckin truck up
You a big dawg now
Time to Fuckin get buck
Got a problem with us
We get it solved real quick
Got that bitch of yours yo suckin on the whole dick
You a pussy ass bitch
And you Fuckin know it
Crying on the internet
Time to expose it
Came to the wrong hood
Got your fuckin head split
Cried to your crew hoe
They didn't Fuckin Do shit
How the big dogs eat
No retreat
Caught you slippin
In the fucking street bitch
Gun control with my finger on the trigga
You a big dawg now time to get quicker
Runnin your pockets we just took your shit
Didn't try to fight back ya got your head split
Call your boys and try to run it back
Not gonna happen your crew is wack
That's what you get for fuckin with us
Now it's time to turn your head to dust
You a big dawg now time to get quicker
Runnin your pockets we just took your shit
Didn't try to fight back ya got your head split
Call your boys and try to run it back
Not gonna happen your crew is wack
That's what you get for fuckin with us
Now it's time to turn your head to dust
Finger on the trigger
Barrel in your mouth
One false move
And I'll put you in the ground
See the fear of god behind those eyes
Soft motherfucker it's your time to die
Drive by shoot 'em up light the fuckin truck up
You a big dawg now
Time to Fuckin get buck
Got a problem with us
We get it solved real quick
Got that bitch of yours yo suckin on the whole dick
You a pussy ass bitch
And you Fuckin know it
Crying on the internet
Time to expose it
Came to the wrong hood
Got your fuckin head split
Cried to your crew hoe
They didn't Fuckin Do shit
How the big dogs eat
No retreat
Caught you slippin
In the fucking street bitch
Gun control with my finger on the trigga
You a big dawg now time to get quicker
Runnin your pockets we just took your shit
Didn't try to fight back ya got your head split
Call your boys and try to run it back
Not gonna happen your crew is wack
That's what you get for fuckin with us
Now it's time to turn your head to dust
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Writer(s): Tj Sheffer
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