[Hook x2]
Told these n***as I was on that bullsh**
Mac-11, loaded with the full clip
You know we talk that gun talk, that gun talk
The hammer on me so I do that gun walk
[Verse 1]
Post up in the function like I'm Tim Duncan
b**h I'm still bunkin, I'm slumped, sunk in the seat
Don't miss a beat, you know we playing for keeps
'Round here you gotta k** what you eat
But doggy keep it discreet
I'll k** any n***a breathing, just give me a reason
Lord is there Heaven for a heathen cause soon I'll be leaving
These n***as change up like the seasons, we calling it treason
Nightlights, Stevie world, we still do it for Steven
Told these p**y rap n***as we nothing alike
They call me Hunnit Round Hef, but it's nothing to fight
If I ain't f** your b**h yet she ain't nothing I like
But the way she s** dick, I'm like f** it I might
Ever since that Act' left I put Tech in my Sprite
That might have been the biggest L I done took in my life
I just popped like two bars, and it f**ed up my night
Sipping and we geeking, so you know that we busting on sight
I get dumb high but I'm a low life
My uncle 55, he been slanging his whole life
I'm only 27, been banging my whole life
Most n***as turn snitches, been singing they whole life
[Hook x2]
Told these n***as I was on that bullsh**
Mac-11, loaded with the full clip
You know we talk that gun talk, that gun talk
The hammer on me so I do that gun walk
That gun walk, do that gun walk, that gun walk
Do that gun walk, that gun walk
You know we do that gun talk, that gun talk
The hammer on me do I do that gun walk
[Verse 2]
n***as do that gun walk, forty make me gun walk
I'mma let that gun spark when n***as do that gun talk
n***as do that gun talk, desert make me gun walk
I'mma let that gun spark when n***as do that gun talk
See a p**y n***a, let the hammer go on his cameltoe
Get to running like a antelope, if you ill n***a, got the antidote
You a f*ggot and your mans a hoe
Pat n***as down, they don't really wanna smoke
All these n***as know who tote, got dope weed and cheap coke
Turn a block into a ski slope, see a fiend and be like whatchu need folk
n***as get to greedy talking, wash 'em up good, they ain't really need soap
f** a runner running up, dead n***a who you think you running up
Used to serve baking soda to the junkies back when I was coming up
Momma told me go and get a job, and I did but it wasn't enough
Had to go and get it all plus, now my n***as all living all plush
All these lil b**hes all lust, you the small fry getting small bucks
n***as they was getting slow bucks, now I'm here, n***as getting no bucks
All hustle and no luck, so a n***a gave no f**s
Voices telling me to go nuts, say it's your turn, I'm like sure enough
Young n***a, I done glo'd up, y'all n***as gon' hoe up
My sh** gon' go up, and y'all n***as gon' fold up
[Hook x2]
Told these n***as I was on that bullsh**
Mac-11, loaded with the full clip
You know we talk that gun talk, that gun talk
The hammer on me so I do that gun walk
That gun walk, do that gun walk, that gun walk
Do that gun walk, that gun walk