Handgun ft. Keylime Lyrics

Wake me from my dream again

Same one that it's always been

I hope it's the real you

Sugar dripping from your skin

Lord I need some insulin

I hope its the real you

I don't miss when I take my shot

Ego be a bitch

Ain't give a fuck what you think I'm on

Since I was a kid

I think I'm awesome we been on this

I pose for August let's be honest

We need to call this because we on this

I been flawless with the flows

Red light green light going with it

So conflicted

When I hit a nigga in the solar plexus

I always thought it was too rude to do it to em

But lately I been stuck in a ew mood with few rules

A new groove

Why ain't you dancing to your own drum

If I didn't know mine

I'd be throwing fucking tantrums

Like Dan let go of Brandon with the man bun

The white boys are getting scared

And brandishing their handguns

What

Well versed in never giving a fuck

So what

I'll get a hearse to put your ass in the trunk

Know what

Maybe I'm getting too hot in the cut

And I need to cool off

Or they gon kick me out of this club

Enough

With the bullshit

Smell it in all your cooking

When you open your mouth

A nigga just get a full whiff

Take a page out my book and

Quit with the ugly looking

Your mean mugging don't mean nothin

To me I be crooked