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Pi'erre Bourne

Gun Parade

 

Gun Parade

(album: 47 Meters Down - 2021)


Yeah, blood clean
(Yo Pi'erre, yo Pi'erre)

I'm still hiding ninas away from my aunt
I had to [?] in the Hypebeast [?]
Huh, nut on her tramp stamp (Tramp stamp)
(Yeah, yeah)
She want me to love her, I can't
Can't, can't, can't, can't (Can't)

She only smoke weed, I told her to branch out, yeah (Icky, icky, icky)
In front of his trap, we camp out, yeah (We camp out)
My wrist is lit like a lamp (Lamp), he wanna be me but he can't
Can't, can't, can't, can't
He saw the stick and he ran (Ooh), I do not blame him, it's big
Glicks, glicks, we got a whole lotta glicks (A whole lotta glicks)
Young niggas glicked up, sticked up, yeah, they pick out a victim, yeah
They stick 'em and stretch 'em, yeah, shit is like Tetris, yeah (Shit is like Tetris)

In the trap we got blocks, yeah (yeah)
You get clapped with the Glock, yeah (Glockesha)
Shorty she fine, she smiling, her smile shine like [?]
Sharcy, I shop on Collin's, and I kept my noggin on me
Niggas so out of pocket, popped 'em, heard they plotting on me
She giving me awesome noggin, you know how I splash her eyelids full
She giving me Johnny Rocket vibes, that lil' milkshake she walking
And we don't drink Frankenstein, just purple Wock' in cups for coffee (Wockesha)
The stick like wave grease, the .45 Special gon' brush your homie (Brush)

She only smoke weed, I told her to branch out, yeah
In front of his trap, we camp out, yeah
My wrist is lit like a lamp, he wanna be me but he can't
Can't, can't, can't, can't
He saw the stick and he ran, I do not blame him, it's big
Glicks, glicks, we got a whole lotta glicks
Young niggas glicked up, sticked up, yeah, they pick out a victim, yeah
They stick 'em and stretch 'em, yeah, shit is like Tetris, yeah

.45 Special (Big [?], yeah, yeah)
I still hide chops from auntie, still got rocks and Xannies (Facts)
My face still good in the warzone, still shoot iPhone porno (No funny shit)
Baby got a bust down cartilage, diamonds in her earlobe (Yeah, her earlobe)
You know that she stiff like a scarecrow, you stalking my bitch like a weirdo (Stalking my bitch like a weirdo)
Suppressor on the stick like a eggroll, shooter on go like Diego
Leave his wig like a bagel, pour two zips in my Faygo (Yeah, yeah)
Drop that boy like his label, Chichi pick up the yayo (Chichi get the yayo)

She only smoke weed, I told her to branch out, yeah
In front of his trap, we camp out, yeah
My wrist is lit like a lamp, he wanna be me but he can't
Can't, can't, can't, can't
He saw the stick and he ran, I do not blame him, it's big
Glicks, glicks, we got a whole lotta glicks
Young niggas glicked up, sticked up, yeah, they pick out a victim, yeah
They stick 'em and stretch 'em, yeah, shit is like Tetris, yeah

done

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