Get My Gun

[Intro: Bishop Lamont]

I’m a classy nigga

[Hook: Frank Ocean]

I got a sledgehammer for your answer

Blowtorch from my cigarettes yea

You think that is an overreaction

Wait till I get my gun

Wait till I get my gun

Wait till I get my gun

Wait till I get my gun

Anybody else want to negotiate?

[Verse 1: Bishop Lamont]

In the beginning I was humble

I don’t give a fuck now

Any nigga say some shit

Automatic shutdown

A snap of my finger, I’ll snap your femur

I know I a proper cleanup service that will drop by and cleanup

Blood and brains in the drapes, get vacuumed and steamed up

I’m married to the mob forever, baby no pre-nup

I’m talking big shit, yea, don’t it sound good?

I call shots homie and I don’t even run the hood

Think I was put on, I ain’t even from no hood

Gangbanger don’t bang, my gun do the same thing

Look good in red or blue, I never could choose between

That’s really probably why I ain’t never joined a gang

I’m too fashion savvy, indecisive, plus I’m happy

Fuck jail and I’m allergic to them hot shells

Grew up in it, tell you bout it like a bronx tale

I got a bone to pick, big as an ox tail

[Hook: Frank Ocean]

I got a sledgehammer for your answer

Blowtorch from my cigarettes yea

You think that is an overreaction

Wait till I get my gun

Wait till I get my gun

Wait till I get my gun

Wait till I get my gun

[Verse 2: Bishop Lamont]

I’m so damn suave, yea so damn hood

I’m coroner west coast, god damn a nigga good

Got a gun ain't had to use it yet, knock knock on wood

If I pop this big shit, it’ll knock down redwoods

Wish a nigga would, no I don’t, wish he wouldn’t

‘Cause if he do his brains is goo, homie, jello puddin’

I’m no killer, no terminator

But if you push me, I’mma make a great impersonator

These niggas ain’t shit and ain’t never gonna be shit

I’m on a yacht in c carters call me seasick

Blondes and brunettes, I feed them sea dick

A nigga get popped, I ain’t see shit

Love will get you killed, I can’t show no remorse

You rappers look like food, Aqua Team Hunger Force

So bon appetite, I’ll pack a knife and a fork

A lot of rappers they eatin’, Cali and New York

[Hook: Frank Ocean &  Bishop Lamont ]

I got a sledgehammer for your answer

Blowtorch from my cigarettes yea

You think that is an overreaction

Wait till I get my gun (Nigga, wait 'til I get my mothafuckin' gun)

Wait till I get my gun (No, no, don’t take your shirt off nigga we ain’t fighting)

Wait till I get my gun (Wait till I get this mo’fuckin gun)

Wait till I get my gun

Nigga I have fun in jail

I love the apple sauce they have in jail

It’s not that bad

[Verse 3: Bishop Lamont]

Yeah, I don’t even care no more

A nigga stay high wherever I go

Either off weed, them pills, or some blow

Looking for the party. where the bitches? let’s roll

I got my gun, my gun, if a nigga wanna start some shit

Mofucker don’t run, don’t run, cause I’mma kill you and your bitch

Whoa whoa wait a minute hold the phone

In no shape or form have I ever condoned

Killing somebody, him or his bitch

Unless he deserved it and she’s an ugly ass bitch

I’m crucial, yea so crucial

But so’s the whole world, best believe the feeling’s mutual

Dog eat dog in Kathmandu

Fuck it, I’m gonna eat like man vs food

[Outro: Bishop Lamont]

Nigga I’m senseless

I’m outta control nigga

If I get this gun nigga and you hear heads pop off

I’m popping niggas

I’m popping babies

I’m popping bitches

I don’t care

I have no standards

Nigga I’m put a fucking nipple on the end of a silencer and put it in a baby’s mouth