DIRTY GUN lyrics

[Verse 1: HEIST187]
Aye, Yuh
If he got problems, this choppa gon' solve it
If he want pack, got the dump in my closet
Bring me in a stack, got an empty deposit
These n*ggas be rockin', I shall always pop it, yuh
All of these checks on my mind, yuh
n*gga ain't scared of the grave, uh
Pull out the porsche to the side, aye
Tell em' "these can, so behave", nah
I ain't scared of no death, but ah
n*ggas talk sh*t, yeah, they go fed, ah
Tucked a full clip, feeling well, then ah
187 on my chest, ah
Flying dead, all up on my vest, ah
Eating these bullets, you digest, ah
Whipping the dope, out the pyrex, ah
No n*gga f*ckin' with my flex, ah

[Bridge]
This sh*t
You n*ggas just some broofers, you weird ass n*gga
You n*ggas is not gang bangers, on the set
I know, f*ck you talkin' 'bout--

[Verse 2: ZOTiYAC]
Eh, he-he-e, ehh, f*ck
It's crazy how much sh*t talk be going down in the underground, I mean
This sh*t is not real, aye, aye
n*ggas talk sh*t on the gang
Most of you n*ggas is lames, yuh
n*ggas talk sh*t on the gang
You come through boy tuck on yo' chain, aye
I post up and f*ck on yo main, I might suck over f*ck and take nothing but brain, yuh
I double cup like you can't and lil' kush pouring up rolling up with the stank, yuh
Fella, hop off of my disnik, aye
This Malibu this ain't no picnic, b*tch
They thought I fell off but I didn't, aye
I just want show ya'll some different sh*t, yuh
Tell em' get off of my di*k, yuh
Tell em' get off of my di*k, aye
Tell em' get off of my di*k, aye
Tell em' get off of my di*k, yuh
I put my trust in the AK, yuh
I guess the lil' pus*y is payday, yuh
Man down, call her may-day, yuh
Man down, call her may-day, yuh
I'm with heist, b*tch, thats a H, yuh
Shotty, cop, b*tch, thats a eight, yuh
I need guap, I need cake-cake, yuh
I'm with heist, b*tch, thats a H, yuh