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Gun Powder

 

Gun Powder

(album: From The Neighborhood To The Stage - 2019)


I don't know shit about no murder got to keep my mouth closed
Just got a brand new Desert Eagle with a cutter that fold
Shower in bleach rip up the car, make sure you burn all the clothes
My youngin down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke
Sending texts to all the opps like yeah we want all the smoke
We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score
Pop out wit' poles, told 'em I won't spare no kids or no hoes
Put on the pedal, heavy metal, send some shots through yo' clothes

Take off his nose
None of my niggas gon' bend, break, or fold
Clutching cutters, me and my brothers riding 'round smoking dope
I got a drop on all the opps, hope you don't think that you Low
This ain't no threat, bitch this a promise, when I catch you case closed
Money fold, dope sold
Those soldier caught a body but told
Spent forty thousand on some diamonds, got my mouth looking froze
You sipping lean, that's not prescription, got 'em coming by loads
Lord knows, walk in the mall and spend ten thousand on clothes

I don't know shit about no murder got to keep my mouth closed
Just got a brand new Desert Eagle with a cutter that fold
Shower in bleach rip up the car, make sure you burn all the clothes
My youngin down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke
Sending texts to all the opps like yeah we want all the smoke
We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score
Pop out wit' poles, told 'em I won't spare no kids or no hoes
Put on the pedal, heavy metal, send some shots through yo' clothes

I bought a chopper then I filled it up, I catch 'em, Imma fill 'em up
Walk down, headshots, Hit the corner' rip 'em up
Y'all better listen to the words I say, we living in our last days
Point blank, pooh, 6 cigarettes and ash trays

I don't know shit about no murder got to keep my mouth closed
Just got a brand new Desert Eagle with a cutter that fold
Shower in bleach rip up the car, make sure you burn all the clothes
My youngin down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke
Sending texts to all the opps like yeah we want all the smoke
We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score
Pop out wit' poles, told 'em I won't spare no kids or no hoes
Put on the pedal, heavy metal, send some shots through yo' clothes

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