Get Ya Gun

[Verse 1]

That's my word (word!); I flip herb, birds

Coke, crack, dope, smack; oh, snap! Heard, herb

Should talk in sign language, y'all don't deserve words

I get my serve swerved; may leave 'em 1st, 3rd

Stop lyin'? Lie for what? Steer a whip, drive it up

Steer a brick, pie it up; supply the stuff, fly as fuck

Said word, (word!) nigga; just observe, I disturb

From New Jerse to the curb, make absurd figures

Stop lyin', picture me poutin'; dog, could you fish in a fountain?

Bad bitch switchin' and bouncin' (in what?) in that Christian Louboutin

Word, on everything, on everything, you still in spinners

Know what I feel in the winter? 80 degrees, deal with a winner

I know some rowdy rowdy niggas that rock a Audi proudly

One thing 'bout me: doubt me, bounty Saudi shout me

I'm sprayin' it well, I'm playin' the sell

Fifty mil like David Chappelle, my paper propel

Won't lay in a cell; you takin' a L

[Hook]

This is fun, nigga; you should run, nigga

Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun, nigga

This is fun, nigga; you a dumb nigga

Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun, nigga

What let's go to the car, what let's go to the car

Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun, nigga

[Interlude - Beth Melillo]

Did you know that a 3 year old has the physical strength to shoot a gun?

Juvenile gun possession is a problem

If a child obtains an improperly stored gun

The adult owner is criminally liable (killa!)

The restrictions are endless

[Verse 2]

Yo, sell you crack for a dub, it's a package of love (it's all love)

The car's far, I'm at the bar, got my gat in the club (poppin' Sizzurp)

And my ratchet is snub (snub), just for you actin' a thug

You will get smacked with some bub, I got my mask and my glove

Yup, we wildin' again, the cops you dialin' again (what)

Guns matchin' my jeans (what's that?) I'm just stylin' my friend

I better get squashed (why?)

When that telly is ready, I medley a deadly, a sauce

That'll petty a steady already get heavy and hard

And I got them mami's screamin', "Dammit, man!"

Really, "Dammit, Cam!", hand in hand to a Phantom tan (God Damn)

Pam pam man, no man or land could jam with me (nope)

Damn fam a jamboree, posse gangs and family (where we at)

In front of the corner store under the canopy

Chick wanna stand with me, she gotta drink a can of pee (here, drink this)

That's a pineapple soda (what's this) this a pineapple Rover (what happened?)

Don't sit on the hood, time after time I done told ya