Lost My Gun lyrics

[Intro]
(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)

[Chorus]
Damn, I don't think you know how it feel
Jumpin' out with a chop like he with the Navy SEALs
Wakin' up early mornin' like, "It's time to go to kill"
Jumpin' out on the opps, poppin' n*ggas like pills
Ain't duckin' no smoke when it come to that field (You know that)
b*tch, free 32, this sh*t get real
Labels callin' my phone tryna make me sign a deal
Keep tellin' me rap, but I'm still gon' drill (You know that)
Got too much pride, a n*gga play, he gettin' killed (Yeah)
Treat the b*tch like a dog, she be callin' me still
I ain't goin', f*ck 12, I'm a dog with the wheel
This sh*t ain't luck, boy, you gotta be skilled (You know that)
Leave a n*gga on the floor, strеtched out on the ground
He thinkin' that hе gang, whole time, his ass a clown
Switch on my Glock with thirty plus in rounds (Brrt)

[Verse]
He tried to keep up, he couldn't float, his ass drowned
Tryna do what I'm doin', these n*ggas wanna be me
Can't do what I'm doin', sh*t ain't easy
Make you famous on the news, put your face on TV (You know that)
Jakes at the party, take off, start runnin'
Give a f*ck what I do, I ain't throwin' my gun (No)
Early bird get the worm, smoke your ass at crack of dawn (Haha)
When shots go off, he a b*tch, he gon' run
Blowin' the Drac' with a smile, I'm havin' too much fun (Haha)
Smile turned to a frown when the Drac' got bumped (Damn, I lost my gun)
b*tch sound turnt, she wanna have my son (No)
Treat these hoes like a pair of Air 1's (Yeah)
I busted one time and then we done (b*tch, we done)
[Chorus]
Damn, I don't think you know how it feel
Jumpin' out with a chop like he with the Navy SEALs
Wakin' up early mornin' like, "It's time to go to kill"
Jumpin' out on the opps, poppin' n*ggas like pills
Ain't duckin' no smoke when it come to that field (You know that)
b*tch, free 32, this sh*t get real
Labels callin' my phone tryna make me sign a deal
Keep tellin' me rap, but I'm still gon' drill (You know that)
Got too much pride, a n*gga play, he gettin' killed (Yeah)
Treat the b*tch like a dog, she be callin' me still
I ain't goin', f*ck 12, I'm a dog with the wheel
This sh*t ain't luck, boy, you gotta be skilled (You know that)
Leave a n*gga on the floor, stretched out on the ground
He thinkin' that he gang, whole time, his ass a clown
Switch on my Glock with thirty plus in rounds (Brrt)

[Outro]
When shots go off, he a b*tch, he gon' run
Blowin' the Drac' with a smile, I'm havin' too much fun
Smile turned to a— when the Drac' got bumped (Damn, I lost my gun)