Gun at My Waist Lyrics

Sun in my face, skin got burnt like a gun at my waist

Pardon my taste, carts of money getting dumped at my place

Clink drinks with the jakes, got a bad honey with a fuckable face

I walk up in Chase, open that safe then sunk the whole bank

2 piece suit on my torso

I don't pay dues, Me Too getting foreclosed

You're Charleston chewed, get the door closed

I ain't fucking with no young dudes wearing store clothes

Break bread with the devil, he's a close friend

Three sevens on my Benz and my forehead

Ima pull up to the chapel in a drop top

With a bad bitch with a cross and a crop top

I be swerving to the bank, getting slop top

Anybody fuck with my estate, it's a mop mop

I could get away with rape, ain't a lot-lot

Cause i got the same free reign that the cops got

Shit, i'm like the brand new Jesus

I could tell 'em they got 8 limbs, they'd believe it

I could tell 'em everything i preach is a lie

And id still be the guy that they flock to, weepin'

Yeah, gun at my waist

66 mags, still nothing get traced

That bucket get raised

I don't get paid you don't fuckin get saved

(You're welcome, Jesus)

Sun in my face, skin got burnt like a gun at my waist

Pardon my taste, carts of money getting dumped at my place

Clink drinks with the jakes, got a bad honey with a fuckable face

I walk up in Chase, open that safe then sunk the whole bank