Plenty Guns

(Doomshop mothfucker) I got-I got plenty guns Love it when you run Got to get it back No returns Fuckin' with me you gonna burn Got the Glock, got the Mac, got my riches filled with racks Fuck a rubber band Feel that shit then Loose up in the rental van Crash that motherfucker, cause I'm too loked up What the fuck I'm breaking down the chances that I get away with all these guns I'm having fun, don't stop me now 'Less you keep the talking down I'm not a peep, I wanna creep up on ya This ya fucking warning How ya feel with gats in your face Think ya like the taste Drugs in ya face, this is great, this my fucking day See the sun, I'll waste the morning cause it never stop for me Hate what you see but you see it in your dreams What the hell my mama said "what's alive is never dead" Imma keep on walking and the flocking through the darkness everyday Yack after yack got me sick, what is that Your mortality, is that what your gripping Oh you ride on me Don't blow my high Think I got ya, I'm not got Wanna fly? I can help with that Look up on my fucking Mac Don't blow my high Think I got ya, I'm not got Wanna fly? I can help with that Look up on my fucking Mac I got-I got plenty guns Love it when you run Got to get it back No returns Fuckin' with me you gonna burn I got-I got plenty guns Love it when you run Got to get it back No returns Fuckin' with me you gonna burn