Gun Sounds lyrics

[Intro: 3200 Tre]
It's Thirty, come on
I'on know who beat this is, but this b*tch fire
What up, 6andz? (SLAJIDI, turn me up)
Tell 'em, tell 'em what you gotta talk about on this b*tch
Let me hear you

[Verse 1: Tj6andz]
Never leave your crib alone
Glock on me, you was ridin' by yourself, he got hit alone
You ain't worried 'bout no money, leave the crib and forget your phone
I just took the 50 out the Glock 'cause I couldn't fit it on
Guess I'm ridin' wit' a .30 now
You better pay Athina, clean your crib up, you got a dirty house
Yeah, I just hit a b*tch on the sofa, she got a sturdy couch
I wouldn't let that b*tch give me head, she got a dirty mouth
b*tch need her teeth brushed, I need my feet rubbed
Run through the green all day, then put the cleats up
I'm beefin' wit' this lil' bad b*tch, I beat her cheeks up
Lil' b*tch said she want her titties done, she got a B-cup
Bro, I can't hear you when you talkin', you gotta speak up
Cut the barrel off the gun, it look like a tree trunk, yeah
My bother got 'bows already, I'on re-up
This n*gga came T-shirt wit' the sleeves cut
Like this n*gga got a vest shirt
You better come shop wit' dog, he got the best work
You gotta go and hit a time to pass out test work
This n*gga caught a headshot, he hit his chest first
[Verse 2: 3200 Tre]
Huh, n*gga hit me in my sh*t, that's why my chest hurt
Hm, but I just tapped that n*gga head, he see how death work
Huh, we can't jump straight into sex, bae, give me head first
I'ma talk about the dogsh*t in my next verse
Huh, the first watch I bought was plain, I'm finna buss down
Huh, if you ain't touched a hunnid' K, then sit the f*ck down
Huh, when that money counter beep, it make the chuck sound
Hm, can't nobody rap like me, I make that one sound
Hm, fahh, fahh, thrtt, doo, them is gun sounds
Huh, I'on know no Q50, but I got bloodhounds
Hm, baby ride the di*k crazy, I think I love clown
Hm, I gave my whole heart to the hood, that's why I love pound
Hm, where my cup at?
Hm, I'on care how much money I make off music
b*tch, I still want my plug back
Hm, my schedule look a lil' open, where some clubs at?
Hm, my head f*cked up, I need some love, where some hugs at?
Hm, I don't need back up, it's seven n*ggas in this black truck
A n*gga play one game, he gon' get phapped up
Hm, I like to keep sh*t supper P, bae, I don't act up (SLAJIDI, turn me up)
I'm not gon' drop a tear about you, I pour Act' up

[Outro: 3200 Tre]
Come on, n*gga
Real Money Counter, MINE sh*t, b*tch
It's Thirty, come on