Gun and My Clip lyrics

Hot skull leaf 5 pack
High school walkin round with the stick in my backpack
Told them b*tchez im leavin i ain't comin back
I told that hoe once u go it ain't no turnin back
Im a hothead n*gga that learned to relax n*gga thinkin he hot get to permin his ass
I been f*ckin this b*tch from the back so long im like goddamn baby just turn on yo back

Them big ass 223 shells get to burnin his ass
Foe nem learnin his ass
Get to workin that b*tch choppa shake like it twerk or sum sh*t
And it pop when i -
And it pop when i click f*ck round get popped like a clit
Rub me wrong and the pus*y get f*cked like a b*tch got my di*k in her mouth like a gun and my clip

That money make a b*tch ass bounce
Lay out them racks make a b*tch ass count
Empty that drum made his b*tch ass bounce
How many shots? made his b*tch ass count

U know im out for blood like a hound f*ck n*gga im thirsty i drown in my urges
Impulse to go kill this sh*t fryin my circuit
And lately inside of my kind like a circuis
Really got that anxiety i ain't just nervous
Popping these bars but the sh*t just not workin
Ain't no wonder it felt like im drownin
sh*t i mix psychedelics with downers
When i cop it its under the table dont f*ck with that sh*t they got over the counter
n*ggas killin sh*t over a thousand
sh*t my cousin died over ounce
What i look like throwin bout 3-4 punches ill hit a lil n*gga with this 4-5 pound
Get the whole block shot down
Everything shot all dead
All cuz i seen all red
Put the beam on heads
Finna put this b*tch n*gga to bed
Yea i bet all them n*ggas be skatin whenever we shred

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