Gun’d Down lyrics

by

2gaudy



[Chorus]
Yeah, these b*tches make me snore, huh (Snore)
Toolie behind my back while I'm knockin' on your door (Door)
Open up then I bring you to the floor
We don't do no peace treaties, I'm a man of war (War)
Ain't no way I'll open up or sober up, I ain't with it
She put sauce inside her butt and she let the team hit it
I don't really f*ck with all the run around (Run around)
If you f*ckin' up then we gon' gun you down (Gun you down)

[Verse 1]
Bullet hit his chest, he might need a vest
I don't flex, I impress
637 on my chest
637 on my chest, I told that b*tch I'm too legit, too lеgit
I'm too real for you, f*ck the counterfеit, found a fit
Zooted off the gas, I'm so out of it, out of it
Puff, puff, pass, never heard of it, heard of it
'Cause I always blow this thrax up on my own, my own
Mary Jane so loud, it's like a megaphone, a phone
So much ice on me, she gon' fall in love when she see the water
Then the b*tch gon' ride my magic stick, ain't talkin' Harry Potter

[Chorus]
Yeah, these b*tches make me snore, huh (Snore)
Toolie behind my back while I'm knockin' on your door (Door)
Open up then I bring you to the floor
We don't do no peace treaties, I'm a man of war (War)
Ain't no way I'll open up or sober up, I ain't with it
She [?] and she let the team hit it
I don't really f*ck with all the run around (Run around)
If you f*ckin' up then we gon' gun you down (Gun you down)
[Verse 2]
Lawn chair, all these n*ggas gon' fold
IPhone came in rose gold
Nowadays I act bold
So sick, you would think I had a cold
n*ggas greener than some mold
Realest sh*t I ever told
And you can't get between me and this bag
They always too slow, yeah, they got some lag
Switched up, thought he was my bro, that sh*t made me mad
This Ruger about to blow, made his family sad

[Chorus]
Yeah, these b*tches make me snore, huh (Snore)
Toolie behind my back while I'm knockin' on your door (Door)
Open up then I bring you to the floor
We don't do no peace treaties, I'm a man of war (War)
Ain't no way I'll open up or sober up, I ain't with it
She put sauce inside her butt and she let the team hit it
I don't really f*ck with all the run around (Run around)
If you f*ckin' up then we gon' gun you down (Gun you down)
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