Gunnit Gang lyrics

[Verse]
Got the .40
All these damn packs, you can't afford me
I'm a big ass Pit, that pup there a Yorkie
And I'm 'bout to f*ckin' zoomin' off in traffic
Got that f*ckin' .40 on me and it's blastin'
Run up on me, dump your body in the trashcan
I'm up in that motherf*cker, 44s flexin'
And they better know that Double S deadly
n*gga run up on me wrong give him a headache
That's a headshot, b*tch I run the block
All these n*ggas watching me like a damn clock
Look up at my watch, it don't tick-tock
Look at my damn neck, it's wet like a Patek
Shawty pus*y wet, I call her Philippe
I'm up in that b*tch beatin' the pack out every week
I will move 'bout 20 damn pounds every f*ckin' 2 weeks
I'm up in that b*tch, I'm countin' money, not no sheep
Yung Legend I'm strong, your lil boyfriend he be weak
I'm up in this b*tch
Lookin' like a lick
But I'm not a lick
Run up on me wrong, choppa hit his b*tch
Choppa hit his sh*t, knock you out your boots
Word around town I be swerving in that coupe
f*ck a light-skinned hoe in the front seat
Everybody know, Legend ain't the one
I ride with the guns, got the Tommy Gun
Hit you and your son, I don't give a f*ck
I feel like OG-Wan, OG-Wan Kenobi
That boy called my phone for a pack, but he don't know me
And I carry that motherf*ckin' strap like it's a trophy
Double S up on my neck, y'all lil n*ggas tryna clone me
You is not the mob, you is not the gang
Why that n*gga in this picture got guns to his brain
Boy you is a dub
I came with the seal, n*gga I might have to plug him
Got the f*ckin' chopper and it's ready to f*cking hug him
Look at f*ckin' YL
These n*ggas out here funny, I call them Keenan and Kel
Got the .40
Chill with your shorty
[?] b*tch you can't afford me
I'm a f*ckin' Pit, that pup there a Yorkie
Got that chopper and it's ready to hit your torso
I'm fly just like a pigeon
I'm fly just like a penguin
Y'all lil n*ggas ain't
Out here f*ckin' remixin'
You lil' n*ggas can't
Beat that f*ckin' sack
Your plug had to get it back