Yeah

I keep it tucked like a trans bitch

That's why I can't sit, I'm antsy with this damn stick

My family bitchin' 'cause they think I was tryna blam shit

Don't understand, I'd rather have one of the chances

Ever since a jit, I had one stashed inside of my bag zipped

Takin' it to school, nobody knew, I didn't brag shit

Not a bad kid, and ain't the truth that I ain't had shit

I ain't had a lot, I had a roof though and a bad itch

I love this rap shit, grew up on the classics

Andrew Nikitina, Bone Thugs and the Ja shit

Beatin' kids up, just doin' what my dad did

Told 'em keep the change like homie Bill and Rav did

Nowadays I keep a strap stashed inside my mattress

Cats is weird as hell, they tryna pry for my reactions

I pray to God they comin' down to get that action

I slash a rappin' numbers in half like I'm doin' fractions, bitch

It's that deep-voice dick-girl

A.K.A. that "every vaulted track another hit" girl

Hold up, she can spit, girl

Prolly up the blick, girl

Took a break from selling bricks but I'll still up the stick, girl

Eatin' with the fits, girl

B-Cup on them tits, girl

Think I give a fuck 'bout gettin' clocked? I'm getting rich, girl

Just so you know, y'all ain't disruptin' my diss So go and get yourself a gun before you get in my bizz, pussy

Guns, need my guns

Not for protection

Just 'cause they're fun

Oh, oh

Guns, need my guns

Not for protection

Just 'cause they're fun

Oh, oh

Guns, just 'cause they're fun

Yeah, so once I get a check big enough

Somethin' with a drum, get me two of 'em

And whatever chamber you could fit 'em in

Somethin' I could get for when they test me and my temperment

It's somethin' I could up and put a dent in that intelligence, uh

Too many options

Out of stock, I prolly got a carpet up for auction

Speakin' of, I want it so I never got a column

It's sittin' on my lap for anybody want a problem

Meet my— uh

(Meet my—) Uh

I don't think I'll ever need a friend again

And I'm itchin' for it, I never been one of them

Turn somebody from a sibling to a fucking trend

Die before I hit someone that didn't need it

It's gon' be some valid reason if you get deleted

Shit, whatever you believe in, I could let you meet it

It's a product of behavior, how you really treated

You couldn't act like nobody warned you

Wasn't no room to be misinformed, now somebody gotta mourn you

And that's a problem you prolly could've avoided

(Oh well) Not not person you should ever be dependent on

Put your life behind a vest before they get you gunned

It's me and BROKIE on yo' motherfucker TV, dawg

Uh, end of the day shit, it's me and my

Guns, need my guns

Not for protection

Just 'cause they're fun

Oh, oh

Guns, need my guns

Not for protection

Just 'cause they're fun

Oh, oh

Guns, need my guns

Not for protection

Just 'cause they're fun

Oh, oh

Guns, need my guns

Not for protection

Just 'cause they're fun

Oh, oh