Da Gun

LETRA

Da Gun

You keep talkin' that shit, muhfucka
You'll make me mad, I'mma get my cutter
Get my M16, my MAC-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 under
Satellite dish, turtle top dunk, cowabunga
Got them black shades, can't see shit, Stevie Wonder
And I'll shoot a ni*** 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, they like 4-6
MAC-11, don't keep it at home, got it right here

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!

.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 f*** 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 ni***, kill a ni***, kill a ni***, kill a ni***, Squad!

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!

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 ni*** 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 f*** 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 ni*** shit

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!