Gun Talk

Sun's out, roof down, don't hesitate

Couple **** dictate, I demonstrate

See a little street one, that's lemonade

Said she want the hot sauce, not perinaise

We can take a trip like Ella Mai

Show me how your mind works, baby, I can elevate

And you can get your cheeks sandy, bare pants

Now I'm Spongebob, true, I got square pants

I got all this weight on me

I've been tryna go to gym, just weight on me

Still drippin' on your wife, don't hate on me

Caked up, now she got her face on me

I be dishin' out work like an agency

Spend a day in my trap, there's vacancies

If you tryna cook food, do it patiently

This is my life, welcome to the bakery

What's all the gun talk, ya idiot?

Your sticks jam, they don't bang, so leave it

Juice gon' spill on floors like when I'm yakked

Talk them lies 'bout us, man, don't do that

What's all that gun talk, ya idiot?

Your sticks jam, they don't bang, so leave it

Juice gon' spill on floors like when I'm yakked

Talk them lies 'bout us, man, don't do that

Gear down, true, the whip, got tip tronics

Hot wrist, so I had to put six on it

And they laughed, 'cause they thought it was a dead change

Like MTV, I put cribs on it

Ask TFL when I put the bust down

This  the NFL, girls runnin' us down

Put a hole in one any time I touch down

That's rounds

She ain't got the apple bottom jeans, or the boots with the fur

That's a pair of 110's, tell her move to the curb

To the little sick men doin' rounds in the dirt

I don't wanna hear a word, not a noun or a verb

We always bring the pain, even if the car's fucked

That's a order with your name, even if the star bucks

I will always be the same, tell her get her ass up

How you gettin' starstruck? Tell a **** park up

What's all that gun talk, ya idiot?

Your sticks jam, they don't bang, so leave it

Juice gon' spill on floors like when I'm yakked

Talk them lies 'bout us man, don't do that

What's all that gun talk, ya idiot?

Your sticks jam, they don't bang, so leave it

Juice gon' spill on floors like when I'm yakked

Talk them lies 'bout us man, don't do that

You get barbecued if you do chat

Roast man up or fry him with my pan

I won't take chat, I fear no man

Feds askin' questions, shit I dunno man

Stressful time when the block gets hot

Sun store's a myth, I can't even go shop

Lookin' for what? Swear, they lookin' for clues

I swear, I've had enough of these nosy cops

I work every day, so I'm def' on the job

Late night grind, you was grinding with thots

True say I can't spill any in one

More time if I did, that's a daughter or son

What you know about tour? And everyone's gone

Herbs and drip goin' round, it's all long

When I sayin' drip, I'm talkin' 'bout rock

And when I say 'roc, I'm talkin' 'bout Ciroc

Or any other bottles that we got goin' round

You can get bust up or ya bust down

Tryna be funny, them man are some clowns

'Cause every time I've seen man, I've run a man down

Run a man down, yeah, run a man down

But shh got shh when shh got round

Your boy'll get lost and he'll never be found

So fix your face, don't give me no frown

What's all that gun talk, ya idiot?

Your sticks jam, they don't bang, so leave it

Juice gon' spill on floors like when I'm yakked

Talk them lies 'bout us, man, don't do that

What's all that gun talk, ya idiot?

Your sticks jam, they don't bang, so leave it

Juice gon' spill on floors like when I'm yakked

Talk them lies 'bout us, man, don't do that