Gun it ft. Dre Dean Lyrics

Got drank bitches shaking ass

Why you in the strip club you aint throwing cash

Told her bend it over

Then she brought it back

If she really want some money

She gone make it clap

Got drank bitches shaking ass

Why you in the strip club

You ain't throwing cash

Told her bend it over

Then she brought it back

If she really want some money

She gone make it clap

Got a truck full of niggas

We get it cracking

On a mission all bout my dollar vision

Fuck the opposition any nigga fuckin with em

When I talk I'm a boss shut the fuck up and listen

I'm about my Business making boss decision

I got bad bitches shaking ass for a nigga

Bust a couple grams roll up a doobie

Told a bitch bend it over bout to make us a movie

I'm feeling great ugh I'm feeling good

Racks in the bank smoking dank

Got a Glock in my pocket

Don't make me pop it

Ima chill nigga don't make me clock ya

These pretty bitches call me poppa

Eating beats like I'm smoking flocka

So check the roster I'm the runner up

If you niggas think I'm lacking

Bitch your dumb as fuck

Catch a cramp trying to fuck with us

Cause this a marathon

You gone burn yourself out

Tryna pace with us so good luck

Got drank bitches shaking ass

Why you in the strip club

You ain't throwing cash

Told her bend it over

Then she brought it back

If she really want some money

She gone make it clap

Bitch Im popping tags

I done threw away my rag

I be getting to the bag

While I'm chilling on a zag

Fuck you bitches fuck haters

I'm a D one Colorado player

Break it down a super slayer

The super slayer

Peel it back to take the town

I'm the mother fucking mayor I sip my forty

Pull my forty

Bust the Glock and fuck your story

Dead don't talk I take the glory

What I say the dead don't talk and yeah I take the glory uh huh

Back to these bitches you don't want a man

You just want his riches

Talking bout equality

But use your pussy for power

That's monopoly bitch you ain't topping me

Unless we talking top on me

Uh huh flipping through these hoes

I ain't tripping on these hoes

Pulling up delivery call me dominos

Never one to keep she aint stepping on my toes

Back to the streets or put them knees on the floor

Gunna on gunna

I turn a g to a runner

I'm getting colder and colder

I put the snow in the summer

I keep up deep in her pipes

So she call me the plumber

I beat the pussy like the newfound dadadadruma

Okay I got no trust

I move ahead and up the thrust

I know you feeling what I'm feeling

Paper route is to appealing

Fuck the nine to five I'm sticking to the dealing

I be stealing need your keys and yea your wallet

Bitch you need to run it gotta gun it