Gun Up Lyrics

Hold on, I got something

If that's your brother Put your gun up

If that's your dog put your gun up

If that's your set put your gun up

If that's your block put your gun up

If that's your choppa get your gun up

If that's ya sister get the gun up

Yea yea yea

Put your gun up if u in the trap with all them niggas

Put your gun up if you know we shooting all them niggas

Put your gun up if u thinking that you is a killer

Put your gun up if u ain't fucking with broke niggas

Put your gun up if u really shooting at them niggas

Put your gun up if u know you making all this money

Put your gun up if u know you staying out the trap

Put your gun up If you know you spittin' all facts

I ain't doin' none of that, cause all my dawgs, you got the bag

You a certified real killer, so you know we comin' back

Get the bag, you get the bag

We stack it up like Mr. Crabs

If you talkin' on my man, you already know we let it blast

I ain't even gon' talk, if your bitch bad, she on my dick

I don't care, I got the stick, I got the switch

Get the chopper, hit you down

Inside your head, he bout to die

Don't be talkin' on the gang

You disrespectin' all the guys

It's Mr. Disrespectful

I ain't gon' talk about your man

He be talkin' on a dead man, so he ain't talkin' about my friend

But I ain't care about them niggas

You already know who I'm with

I'm with two or four or five killers, that'll be shootin' up your blick

I'm like, what

He ain't comin' to my set, he not a killer

He ain't doin' none of that, cause he ain't smashin' with my nigga

If your bitch bad, tell her get down on the floor

If she messin' with me, then you're shawty already, just know

She ain't messin' with my team, cause she ain't got no bag

If she ain't got no ass, she ain't gettin' in the club

You niggas fake

Y'all be thinkin' that y'all gon' kill

Y'all niggas dumb

Y'all be actin' like y'all gon' drill

Y'all niggas stupid

If I get my chopper, it's a ruler

Comin' with a .40

If a nigga's messin' with my shawty, you already know how I be rollin'

Smokin' on your man

He be talkin' on the dead, so I'm shootin' at his friend

He ain't gon' get the bag, cause he ain't even got no cash

How the fuck you got a cat

Bitch, you ain't even get no bag, bitch