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The Gun
Hip-Hop/Rap
The Gun was released on July 26, 2024 by CRVA Records as a part of the album Avant Garde
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Release DateJuly 26, 2024
LabelCRVA Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nyck Khayo
Nyck Khayo
Performer
DeepnthCut
DeepnthCut
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nyck Khayo
Nyck Khayo
Lyrics
DeepnthCut
DeepnthCut
Composer
Katlego Khayo Maghani Mogongwa
Katlego Khayo Maghani Mogongwa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DeepnthCut
DeepnthCut
Producer

Lyrics

I kill ‘em where they steal
Lika pill thinking imma gun
Carry all these weapons
On my hip Guard it like my son
Grab her by the barrel
Legs open do this shit for fun
Addicted to the power
When I Push it always
Leave her stun
Paranoia
Sleeping with that ruger
In the pillow
I was out here spitting
When the clock was hitting zero
Take another shot of vodka
Fill it with some penicillin
I just gotta ton power
You don’t know the feeling
Empty shells in the middle
Passed around like hockey puck
All these rappers in my circle
Try to tell me level up
Man in arena I’m the one
That’s throwing up
Travel with these pieces
40s We don’t keep ‘em tuck
When I got the paper check
Spirit found me in the rough
Started getting all the things
I wanted When I had enough
C3 **** rapping
Never inna cuff
Only find me with finest
Wita Sammie Duff
All my **** out here just boosting cars
All my **** out here just boosting cars
All my **** out here just boosting cars
All my **** out here just boosting cars
Ugh
If you didn’t notice **** im just
Raping bout a gun
Shoutout my Chicago ****
Always gotta keep it grun
Taking all this baggage off the table
Cuz it way a ton
Putting all these hundreds in the trash
Wrap em inna bun
Got the dopest Glock in the circle
If you ask me
2 am saw him shoot a ****
Really shook me
Walking to whip when I
Heard them bullets coming
He was shooting right at buddy just for saying something
Had to go sweets Only 25 on me
Rest in peace to my uncle he the dead homie
On this off brand street
Putting down a phony
Ain’t no rules for dope fiends
Money island coney
Black man running
White man off the seat
15 shops down the block
Pops my van fleet
And I’ll never make a promise
That I can’t keep
Whistle to head
Take him off his feet
All my **** out here just boosting cars
All my **** out here just boosting cars
All my **** out here just boosting cars
All my **** out here just boosting cars
Ugh
I don’t really want to know the outcome
I just the want the pain
Journal to a higher purpose
**** gotta the find the aim
Momma didn’t drive around
The audi Got a lot to gain
So I Started writing found the
Music in a box of a pain
Big body loose grip
**** staying seven lane
And I dropped about 150
On the window pane
Writing in the third
Now I’m talking in the first
Came with my dogs
But I’m dying wit my ****
The other day in my city
Using space heat
3 months no rent
Till the levee peak
You can look at me
When you think you had enough
Stay away from negative
I live above
**** always talking hating
Shit they buried in the rough
Carry 150 off the dock
VA keep it tough
All that lame ass shit
Call it all a bluff
You ain’t walked to my city
Till you seen it puff
All my **** out here just boosting cars
All my **** out here just boosting cars
All my **** out here just boosting cars
All my **** out here just boosting cars
Can I hear it back?
Written by: DeepnthCut, Katlego Khayo Maghani Mogongwa, Nyck Khayo
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