Gun On Me lyrics

[Intro: Beece Daytona]
Yeah, Run up on who?
n*gga how you going to run up on me n*gga
Lamron!

[Hook: Beece Daytona]
Try to run up on me
pus*y pus*y b*tch, try to run up on me
I dare motherf*cker try to run up on me
It's going to be some spilled blood and it ain't going to be my blood
Motherf*cker, I got my gun on me, I got my gun on me, I got my gun on me
You better run homie, I got my gun on me, I got my gun on me
Try-Try-Try to run up on me I keep a gun on me

[Verse 1: Beece Daytona]
I got my gun on me; I dare n*gga run
Run that motherf*cker if you think you want some
Got a chopper and my chopper came with a drum
Get to sounding like a church band when it bum
I up it quick and start shooting just to see them run
There will be nothing left but shells when the cops come
But I'm stained dumb, from the brain son
I feel like I'm Superman when I get behind the gun
I let my nuts hang; I let my clip hang
It's stain gang b*tch; we let it gang bang
Throwing up gang signs, my gun I bang mine
When there's drama we are yelling out it's game time
You can't be serious what you repping is delirious, what you try to get I get it, what you want to do I did it
Yeah, Its Beece motherf*cker let your gun spray
My chopper is prodigy; I use it when it's gun play
[Hook: Beece Daytona]
Try to run up on me
pus*y pus*y b*tch, try to run up on me
I dare motherf*cker try to run up on me
It's going to be some spilled blood and it ain't going to be my blood
Motherf*cker, I got my gun on me, I got my gun on me, I got my gun on me
You better run homie, I got my gun on me, I got my gun on me
Try-Try-Try to run up on me I keep a gun on me

[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
Please don't run up on me
I stay strapped b*tch Lamron and my homies
Stain Gang be the gang, shoutout broski
And if he got it not put on he get pokey
And I hate up on them b*tch I like them chunky
A small circle no new n*ggas we so lowkey
Watch flexing I can't help it got em on me
I've been balling call it Spalding that's that Beece and b*tch you know I'm Reese
I couple hittas with me, and they'll tote for free, and they'll blow for free, you get smoked for free
Ain't sh*t sweet, but you don't know me
When we blow heat, ya'll blow heat
Y'all break hands with the police
Been Lamron f*ck CPD
Got a b*tch she'll neck on me
Fresh polo yeah I got on wheats
My religious band shoot to the streets
All that friendly sh*t he don't know me
I'll be pimping, yall be frienemies
One time to all my mini me's
Shoutout to all my enemies, I keep it on ride up one me
Free all my n*ggas that's in the jail
For all my n*ggas I'm going HAM
Wrong or right you're getting blammed