‎‎gun store lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse]
Ayy, how you rich, but you poor?
Got me sleepin' on your tracks, I ain't tryna f*ckin' hear that sh*t
And you said got a f*ckin' Glock in the store
Bad b*tch jumpin' on my di*k, swear, she ain't no whore (Uh)
Brought a gun in the store, got a stolo on my hip, said I'll hit you and your whore (Yeah)
And I know why that b*tch up on my di*k and not yours (Uh)
(Uh, uh, uh, yeah)
I got swag comin' out my f*ckin' pores
Yeah, I know why my b*tch mad and she not yours (Yeah)
Swear to God, boy, I'll jugg you out that four
Said them boys run the city, said street sh*t core
Got a Glock, no lore, yeah, she tryna pull my pants down, uh (What, what, what, what, what, what? Uh)
I can't love no whore, what my mama said? You take 'em with a bat, they not yours
Break a b*tch down, put it in her core
I won't f*ckin' with her no more, so I made her yours
Yeah, it's thirty on the clip, yeah, this b*tch ain't in a drawer and y'all dancin' to my songs, love that sh*t, yeah (Uh)