TyWiz - These Gun Shots lyrics

These gun shots leave a dude right in the box With your mouth close damn boy you can't tell the cops/ Identify me put me in the line for murder Cause i'm g'd up boy and i'm brushing my shoulders/ Talking it over this game locking it down Smashing critic mic's for sure breaking it down/ Destroying caress snatching hearts out of a dude Smashing your grew now they ready for dog food/ A born beast rebel in the heart gunner for sure co*k her back air infer red i'm smuting your ho/ f** it god reppin R.U.N. till i die Leave marks of d**h on the earth till it fry/ Face it boy you can't brawl with M.A.G Krypton night work superman not for me/ Born with the give shield with a aroma of tef Pop holes through your vest with these shot's that's left/ Hook: these gun shot's going up in your blood Hold that down you ain't getting no love/ These gun shot's coming straight for your brain Anny up boy boy or you be in a frame/ These gun shot's leave a fam weeping and crying True talk watch these shells fly out the iron/ Fire spark now you straight binoculars duke 4 of July the hole world will see through you/ The world up close spying like them alphabet boys Tapping them phones while i'm here breaking theme laws/ Spitting poison ya i'm that drug for the brain Numbing you up got your body hooked to the strings/ Connected to me you move when i move the pinky Push you out to the wolves like a chess pawn piece/ Mastered the game 64 squares on the boards 54 bars smashing you ripping the boards/ Kicking in doors raiding like A.T.F Hammer co*ked back mask on vest on the chest/ You wanted with me.. you better spit your best I'm co*king her back homie no what's next/ Hook:these gun shot's going up in your blood Hold that down you ain't getting no love/ These gun shot's coming straight for your brain Anny up boy boy or you be in the frame/ These gun shots now you looking down the barrel 44 desert eagle fam what's the problem/ Whatever it is about to get solve right here With the last 16 that i spit in the air/ Rumble the earth penetrate till it bust Head crack every time i road it's a curse/ Be easy lean back play your position If you need god ask mase your boys a christen/ Take your shahada go to the magi start bowing Bump your head on the floor you f**king coward/ You know what it is, bow down clean the tim's While you down there boy boy lick the rim's/ Be a good boy like bonnie & clyde my 2 Glocks Putting in work grounding the god non stop/ Hungry for that blood like a beast at night Aoooooo you better think twice/