Guns outside Lyrics

Joint in my hand with a Little bit of pussy is all your Gonna need to control my Mind

I be at the crib nigga i be at The crib cause iss beef and Iss war and iss guns out

Death is the cause of all the Niggas that be thinking that They finna trap and have Fun outside

I aint with the motion FUCK The trapping

Dam that shit really fucking up my high

Mind my passion im really Fucking grinding

And i aint got the time to Appease you nigga

Grind all day getting more And more traction i don't Really see it relfecting in The figure

Iss money over love

Iss ard to get enough

Niggas think im rapping Just for the aura

I bleed and i sweat and i cry On these beats

I know im immortal this life And real but i really wanna Motherfucking die on these Beats

Take my emotions and put Em on a paper o my God i Feel so poetic

Sorry my nigga i really got To find my soul so i don't Feel so pathetic

Gimme one more reason Live in this bitch

Why i shouldn't catch me a Sease and decised

Why shouldnt get locked up And let em fill me with Some lead turn that shit Into a blead when resist

I'mma pick up my fist so i Might get listed

Freedom fighter of the Fuckin age

Joint in my hand with a Little bit of pussy is all your Gonna need to control my Mind

I be at the crib nigga i be at The crib cause iss beef and Iss war and iss guns out

Death is the cause of all the Niggas that be thinking that They finna trap and have Fun outside

I aint with the motion FUCK The trapping

Dam that shit really fucking Up my high

Mind my passion im really Fucking grinding

And i aint got the time to Appease you nigga

Grind all day getting more And more traction i don't Really see it relfecting in the Figures

Iss money over love

Iss ard to get enough