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 aint listening
Get the thumping and the dumping at your newborns christening

Tell your homie tell his homies
He gon need more homies
Aint 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
Ill 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 im 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 itll be learned
The hollow tips burns and i aint concerned if i aint hit
And i aint hit so a nigga dont really give a shit
You dont know who you f-cking with
Come through dump more than a clip
Niggas be on some stupid shit
Till they get hit aint 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
Cant stay outta trouble

I got a big gun muthaf-ckers scuffle
Kidd kidd will you ever change
F-ck no pimps dont 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 aint hot dog
You the f-cking micky mouse

Im on fire like louisiana hot sauce
Brand new js 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 yous a skinny nigga
I wear my gun like its trendy nigga
You pussy and aint 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