Iran (feat. K Shiday)

Not going to Iran I'm not going to Iran
Free all the shootas
Yeah
Never back down from a man n***a I ain't never ran
Never back down from a man n***a I ain't never ran
No no
If they book me for the draft I'm not going to Iran
No
Call me Gucci Peter Pan I keep flyin' to the band
Ah
I do stunts like Jackie Chan
I just touched down in Japan
Since they let me out the can I keep runnin' up the bands
In the A where I'm with the sand
I'm so hot I need a fan
Hot
I'm so black can't get no tan
Ah
But I feel like I'm the man
I put diamonds in my bands
Ice so cold can't feel my hands
I can't go to work for nobody
B***h I got my own bodies
Yeah
Errybody got a couple skeletons in the closet
Bodies go to droppin' this only
Me and my n***as went shoppin' for choppas
Ah
Bought bombs and bazookas is that what you want
Life of a sniper pray for my rifle
Pray for my rubber band shooting my
What
I don't go to sleep I just drink with my Bible
Thinkin' of bringin' home survivors
Jump off the towel money and power
Send me the world but you nothin' but a coward
Wooh
Named Broward students at Howard
Yeah
Play with my life 'cause you feel you in power
Blue eyed eyeball
Can't touch her for hours
Think of my lick got a stick in my trouser
Real s**t runnin' the powder
Flack on your casket get used to seeing flowers
Gucci on bucket I'm tellin' you now
Gucci
I see my opp then I'm gunnin' him down
Graow
Tell my lawyer here to start pointin' him out
Him
Know what he do so I keep him around
Him
Gave him and he don't say a sound
Never back down from a man n***a I ain't never ran
No no
If they book me for the draft I'm not going to Iran
No
Call me Gucci Peter Pan I keep flyin' to the band
Ah
I do stunts like Jackie Chan
I just touched down in Japan
Since they let me out the can I keep runnin' up the bands
In the A where I'm with the sand
I'm so hot I need a fan
Hot
I'm so black can't get no tan
Ah
But I feel like I'm the man
I put diamonds in my bands
Ice so cold can't feel my hands
So icy
Real shooter been reckless
Uh
Put them boys on my guest list
Woah
50 cal on my resume 1017 on my necklace
Word
If I slap a mag and put it in the dirt
Yeah
It's just automatic reflexes
Woo
Got two bad b***hes from Texas
Yeah
I might slap a h*e if she messy
Ah
I burn them off for my kids
D**n I'm legit
Pour the Johnson with the s**t
Who
I break 'em off like a KitKat
Hard as a brick ain't got no time for no kick back
I'm a mother f**kin' veteran Obama is my president
Might pull up to your residence
Might fire b***h we negligent
Open fire I might fine ya
Pin the house might blind ya
D**n my conduct so disorderly
I check the n***a quarterly
They closin' up the doors for me
Might slip my drip too watery
You can blame it on the saucery
Eat a pew b***h take it overly