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

Niggas 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 nigga 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 nigga

All that means is you f-cked nigga

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 nigga don't really give a shit

You don't know who you f-cking with

Come through dump more than a clip

Niggas be on some stupid shit

Till they get hit ain't that a bitch

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 niggas 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 nigga

Been f-cking with them pigs you a guinea nigga

And ya always bakin you's a skinny nigga

I wear my gun like its trendy nigga

You pussy and ain't shit kitty litter

Uh see where all that bitching 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