By the Gun Lyrics

If I'm to die by that gun, then I say, fuck it, nigga, so be it I ain't finna run from

It, nigga, can't defeat it If them niggas take me down, yeah, it can't

They gon' beat it They gon' greet the politic, and that's that

Shit got them defeated Niggas in that field, yeah, that boy, he got

De-Cleated it Yeah, that boy, he had his head, we took it

Off, he didn't need it And your lil' bitch, she hit me all up on

The ground, but I ain't read it Tryna get that pussy, yeah, for free, I

told her I ain't need it I said, I love you, just the fuck, baby girl

No, I ain't mean it I just told the bitch, get ready, took three

Hours so she could see this I been beatin' up that pussy, Billie Jean

and the Baby Mermaid I got a son to my name, nigga, I'm dyin' about

mine Put my name inside that pot, I guess they

Really want me fried Name a nigga, speak up on me, this, and he

Ain't dyin' I'm in support with the red, now I got purple

On my jeans Tryna go shop, they want Prada or McQueen

And if I catch you in the streets, then we gon' bake, you ain't no fake

And see that Kim Tim gold on your neck, then we takin' it

Pumpin' recipes to Lil' Tu, that's the dynasty They say that death the better option, I ain't

Tryna see it They say that belly boy hot, he the shit

But he the one, nigga I'm the one, nigga, gotta keep one, cause

I ain't dyin' by that gun, nigga Top shots, they pick it up, oh yeah, why

you run, nigga? She know them O2 babies burn it up, hot like

The sun, nigga And if I die by that gun, then oh well, I

Got my niggas sellin' gas, ain't no shells It's way too early, hell nah, can't do the

Pen It ain't no thirties, hell nah, can't pop

A ten They say that Velly, he was hot, I'm hot again

I found the thirties, finna spin, they block again

They caught that boy in, drive through, they blocked him

Sent that boy the God, good Lord, he with his kin

And if I die by that gun, guaranteed that I deserve it

Before my time come up, give her a ring, my bitch deserves it

You like the weekend, bitch, die for me, ou you earned it'

I know this chain on my neck cool, touch me, bitch, you burt like Njoku , ooh

And if I die by that gun, tell my mother that I love her

And if I die by that gun, man, sorry to my brothers

And if I die by that gun, guaranteed that I deserve

And if I die by that gun, yeah

And if I die by that gun, guaranteed that I deserve