THE GUN Lyrics

Chapter One

The Gun

Everything better over here, we four

Low in the seat and got too high to go in

It's just me and my friends, waitin' on some people to leave

You know a nigga got a trick up his sleeve

And they ain't catchin' me slippin

Bro slow down so they get it, when you this high it's no limit

I should just fly in this hoe, it's me four at the door

Walked in ready to go, more niggas on the dance floor

Than ever before

And I'm trippin', way too sus for me pimpin

Please don't cuss at these women, shut the fuck up

Pour a little more in my cup

Slippin' through this motherfucker like a limp dick on E

I don't know you, but you know me

Well we got that common

My name Carmen, and these are a few of my girls

they threw this party

I ain't the one to judge, it's in my honor

U of M scholars just graduated, top of my class

ain't nothin' dumb about her

Blue with these golds in my mouth

Please baby would you calm down

I'm just grabbin' the ground, gravity pullin' me down

Casually, actually, I was just askin' if you had seen one of my pals

POW!

I ain't mean to shoot you baby

I don't know what caused the confusion baby, delusion maybe

We just here to have fun, lil' pink pill on my tongue

One more shot and I'm done

Look at my dogs and they going

Look at my dog and he gone

One more shot

GUN

I don't know what the fuck happened

That shit happened so fast bro

It was, it was four of them I think

I seen this old boy, he was hollin' at an old girl

And the gun, I don't know what the fuck that was on

But the other three was chillin

Then they got into it with a couple of niggass and

Niggas just got to arguin' about nothin

I don't even know what the fuck that shit happened so goddamn fast

I ain't even seen no gun

I ain't seen no gun, no bullet, no nothin

And these niggas is crazy

My niggaa its whatever over here, we four deep in the key

Brass tucked low in the seats, never out of reach what's poppin

Let a niggaa reach, I'm poppin' pussy

Poppin' on a handstand, cop two more for this rookie

I'm workin' with a monster, her name Cookie

They know how to treat you in here, $20 for features in here

That was Love-O spot, throw up L's for the block

Fee's Peacoat and some Cole Haans

Chillin' with Ray Ray and Ewan

Keep blowin' and I can keep goin' but I'll just keep calm

Do you know who you fuckin' with

Detroit Letterman, Detroit legend

Ahhh Let him in, off topic

Holdin' this pistol to my head

Hopin' that I won't pop it

Bro stop it

Both llamas, one cash cow

I'm a damn farmer

Never lactose (lack toast), keep that thang on ya

Our shame on ya

First warnin', better shoot first

If ya ain't first, ya last and eat dirt

Talladega Nights, niggaa my heart been racing

I ain't slept for the last few nights

Finger on the trigger, I'm bearin' my rights

Winning, Second Amendment

Please don't be vocal my nigga, they kill ya

If you know too much, nigga

And I never seen the gun

I never seen the gun

This is a ART piece performed and written by be.foy