Shooting Guns
Got my guns and magazines
Ending up in front of me
Nothing is quite as it seems
F-ck with me and you will see
Shoot your gun now make you a believer
Now you better pray for somethin' more
I go to war 'til my heart stop
****** ain't listening
Get the thumping and the dumping at your newborn's christening

Tell your homie tell his homies
He gon' need more homies
Ain't this a b tch i got an extended clip right on me
And my diamonds on my neck
I dare a ***** to scheme on it
The ruger on deck its hard to miss with that thing on it
I'll give your ass a permanent nap sing you a lullaby

I got money to run so f-ck a alibi
Shoot your gun now make you a believer
Now you better pray for somethin' more
Yeah i believe you when you say you tough *****
All that means is you f-cked *****
I get the drop i'm on it
Morning noon or night i spot-cha i gotcha
Wake up cuffed to your bed your bed cops asking 'who shot-cha'
As the world turns believe it'll be learned
The hollow tips burns and i ain't concerned if i ain't hit
And i ain't hit so a ***** don't really give a ****
You don't know who you f-cking with
Come through dump more than a clip
****** be on some stupid ****
Till they get hit ain't that a *****
K-i double shot gun barrel double
My homies front a couple and i move 'em on a double
Racks in the duffel
Mac with the muzzle
Makin' circles in you all black like a tunnel
I only know how to hustle
Can't stay outta trouble

I got a big gun muthaf-ckers scuffle
Kidd kidd will you ever change
F-ck no pimps don't ride a game you already f-cking know
Got my guns and magazines
Ending up in front of me
Nothing is quite as it seems
F-ck with me and you will see
Shoot your gun now make you a believer
Now you better pray for something more
Man these ****** so fake i call 'em knock off
Like pringles i pop the top off

You ain't hot dog
You the f-cking micky mouse

I'm on fire like louisiana hot sauce
Brand new j's cost a buck fifty nikka
Ya scuff these i scar ya face buck 50 *****
Been f-cking with them pigs you a guinea *****
And ya always bakin you's a skinny *****
I wear my gun like its trendy *****
You ***** and ain't **** kitty litter
Uh see where all that ******** getcha
Right in front of this pistol
Got my guns and magazines
Ending up in front of me
Nothing is quite as it seems
F-ck with me and you will see
Shoot your gun now make you a believer
Now you better pray for something more