Talkin’ Bout Guns lyrics

[Intro]
Yuh, yeah, yuh

[Chorus]
Yeah, throw them gloves up, knock that n*gga out, Eee-yuh
Yeah, throw them gloves up, knock that n*gga out, Eee-yuh
Yeah, throw them gloves up, knock that n*gga out, Eee-yuh
Yeah, throw them gloves up, knock that n*gga out, Eee-yuh
Yeah, throw them gloves up, knock that n*gga out, Eee-yuh
Yeah, throw them gloves up, knock that n*gga out, Eee-yuh
Yeah, throw them gloves up, knock that n*gga out, Eee-yuh
Yeah, throw them gloves up, knock that n*gga out

[Verse]
Knock a n*gga out, what you talkin' bout?
He don't know us, he should shut his mouth
You should really know that I'm number one
30 feet, on the boy, ain't no one-on-one
Blood on my hands, got me feelin' great
Man, I love the color, man, I love the taste
Not a psychopath but I'm pretty close
Catch me with the brass, break a n*gga nose

[Chorus]
Yeah, throw them gloves up, knock that n*gga out, Eee-yuh
Yeah, throw them gloves up, knock that n*gga out, Eee-yuh
Yeah, throw them gloves up, knock that n*gga out, Eee-yuh
Yeah, throw them gloves up, knock that n*gga out, Eee-yuh
Yeah, throw them gloves up, knock that n*gga out, Eee-yuh
Yeah, throw them gloves up, knock that n*gga out, Eee-yuh
Yeah, throw them gloves up, knock that n*gga out, Eee-yuh
Yeah, throw them gloves up, knock that n*gga out