Da Gun (feat. Cash Out & Waka Flocka)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

You keep talkin' that shit, muhfucka

You'll make me mad, I'mma get my cutter

Get my M16, my Mack 11, my K, I'mma call my brother

Matter fact, I don't need no 'nother

Nigga, I ain't even gotta call my brother

This lil chopper gon' take care of all that drama

17, I don't need no mother

I got pain, I killed the pen and I killed the paint job

Rocket launcher, crazy gun like in Super Contra

Kangaroo pouch with the strap, it's down on the nat

Satellite dish, turtle top though, cowabunga

Got them black shades, can't see shit, Stevie Wonder

And I'll shoot a nigga in his shit, you better run, bruh

"Gucci got a gun, he 'bout to click, better run swift"

I just wanna shoot, don't wanna hit, got a four fifth

My niggas'll shoot yo' ass for shit, that like 4-6

Mac 11, don't keep it at home, got it right here

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

Bag full of guns, let me pick out one

Whomever wanna test, let that bad man come

Who wanna war? Let come, bet the game begun

Because I murk niggas for fun, man, I kill for fun, for fun

Flocka got a gun, please put down the gun

Gucci got a gun, please put down the gun

Flocka got a gun, please put down the gun

Gucci got a gun, please put down ya gun!

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]

.38s, .45s, Glock 9s, pistol in my hand, I don't do the waistline

Heart all black, Akon, how you gettin' money but can't make bond?

Silencers on the chopsticks, Avon - I got a lot of guns

Big guns like Contra that'll shell shock you like Blanka

Shooter save a shooter, I'm a top shotter

Waka Flocka Flame, I got the juice, partner

Low jolt the gun, that's the anaconda

Fuck the law until they free my partner

Chopper kick like Liu Kang, free Poo Tang, who who bang?

You real then I'm recruitin', you a dead man wit' that FN in my hand

Don't fuck wit' niggas, Ku Klux Klan, get love all in the Motherland

Make ya best friend kill you for the bands, get love all in Rosecrans

Got a Mack 10, AK, SK, .223, 3 throwaways, that's a 40, real P-Funk

Slow him down like a speed bump, the barrel pump, Elmer Fudd

Whoever thugs, I'll leave ya slumped, show you no love

I'm shinin' hard, Michael Jackson glove

Brick Squad, there's too many guns, shoot for fun, just because

Kill a nigga, kill a nigga, kill a nigga, kill a nigga, Squad!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ca$h Out]

Ca$h Out got a gun, put ya hands up

They say they want war, put ya bands up

I buy these niggas' partners, make 'em hit they mans up

And these niggas snitchin', that's why they takin' a stand, bruh

Jewels 'round my neck, ridin' by myself

Pistol on my hip just in case a nigga wanna trip

And I don't need no crew

Them the niggas who snitchin' on you

Just a couple real niggas 'round me

Who don't give a fuck about you, ooh

These niggas know I hang around them shottas

Only comin' for ya medulla oblongata

Wanna see yo' noodles, love eatin' pasta

(I'm on the phone wit' Mac A Zoe, he put me on the roster)

Yeah, we talkin' crazy, in Miami in a rari wit' them Haitians

Shit, I just talk it how I live it

Probably that's the reason why I party at Liv, rich nigga shit

[Hook]