SON OF A GUN

[Verse 1] No chip on my shoulder, I'm rockin' that mowa, my bitch's a soldier Can't fuck with no poser, can't fuck with no poser, I bully, I dose her She can't sit next to me, that bitch rock Fashion Nova I'm rockin' that Mason Mason, dare a bitch to take it, take it [Chorus] I flip my wrist, it never tick Crashin' out, I never spin Talkin' a bin, do it again Buss at your mans, buss at ya Count up the money, can't sleep on the racks Buss shit down, beat up the packs Don't let 'em put batteries up in your back Keep throwin' dirt like I ain't seein' that Bleed that ho', make her put on a pad Son of a gun, don't run when I come Son of a gun, don't run when I come Son of a gun, don't run when I come Son of a gun, don't run when I come Son of a gun, don't run when I come Son of a gun, don't run when I come (Ah, ha) (You gon' do what?) Son of a gun, don't run when I come Son of a gun, don't run when I come (Ah, ha) [Verse 2] I'm on all get back, I want my lick back I want drama, tell bitches click back This ain't a diss track, more like a warning I don't rock that shit, hoes made it corny She forgot what she said, okay, Miss Dory Hoes make a new page to watch my stories And my house four-stories, in that ho' like Cory I could never rap boring [Chorus] I flip my wrist, it never tick Crashin' out, I never spin Talkin' a bin, do it again Buss at your mans, buss at ya Count up the money, can't sleep on the racks Buss shit down, beat up the packs Don't let 'em put batteries up in your back Keep throwin' dirt like I ain't seein' that Bleed that ho', make her put on a pad Son of a gun, don't run when I come Son of a gun, don't run when I come Son of a gun, don't run when I come Son of a gun, don't run when I come Son of a gun, don't run when I come Son of a gun, don't run when I come (Ah, ha) (You gon' do what?) Son of a gun, don't run when I come Son of a gun, don't run when I come (Ah, ha)