Gun Walk (Remix) lyrics
by Young Buck
Bandana taddle my pride, n*gga
All they talk, “I’m scared,” n*gga!
Get the f*ck up by the car, n*gga
Like Cain’s cousin hurled, n*gga!
Serial numbers crest up
I got bodies on this b*tch!
You want a buy, I could text her
A hundred dollars for this sh*t!
In position of a fire arm
b*tches love my gun wild!
I don’t play with no n*gga
Don’t blame, that’s not my fault!
As long as there’s no one talk
That means that no one comes
We don’t need no gun licenses
And tell them, “f*ck your gun lot!”
I’m on my seat murder sh*t
Talk choppers like I’m soldier slim
Walking with these two blocks
And I hope that they don’t notice them!
Growеd up with Latuce, baby kept me in thеir booth
Told them you do what you do
Any problems, let me shoot!