Gun Sounds

You know we charged the fuck up, ****

(Ayy, Jay, man, run that shit, cuh)

You know what the fuck goin' on

Got addicted to them gun sounds (Gun sounds)

He ain't wanna blow his stick because his gun loud

You ain't ready for this shit? Put your gun down

My name Boom, I'm known for blowin' blicks until they run out

And when you runnin', don't look back you hear them gun sounds

Them 7.62s goin' off, them bitches dumb loud

Don't peek out your window, if you do, gon' send some more rounds

I hit that bitch two days in a row, made it a ghost town (Where they at?)

And now the hood hot (Yeah)

I fucked around, burned myself with the chop because the wood hot (Haah, haah)

It always be the toughest **** turn into a good cop (You **** pussies)

I wasn't tryna take the drum, but I took the stock (I took the stock)

When that gun sound go off, his body drop (Man)

You gon' stand on top and shoot his ass until his body lock?

Like a cop, we gon' spin until we see another opp

Then use the chop, we gon' plot on these ****, connect the dots

You ain't ready for this shit, lil' ****, you better stop

Had to go get what I earned, you see me at the top

Now I go and buy what I deserve, I might go grab a watch

High as hell, my bitch mad I'm pourin' lean over the rocks

Sprite clean, but it's gon' transform, I mix it with the Wock'

You heard a gun sound, let's have a standoff, show what we got

I ain't runnin' out, I brung the drum today and left the stock, ****

You think you steppin'? You ain't heard we done boxed killers

Gun sounds, have mama screamin', "Why did they kill him?" (Why did they do it?)

Gun sounds turned grown men to bitches (For real)

Don't never try my gangster, fuck around and get offended

Ridin' around with twenty-three with thirty-three, Jordan and Pippen

I never stop at red lights 'cause them **** be slippin'

Glocks came with red lights, play lazer tag, we ain't bitches

Them 'bows land when I land, they on a flight with me

I got like ten hoes runnin' off tryna spend the night with me

I spent twenty-five, it brought me back a light fifty, your ice dilly

You gon' hear some gun sounds and they gon' take your jewelry

Give a fuck about your kids, we ain't tryna hear it

Walked down and hit him in the head, they gon' have to clear him