Gunsense

[Intro]

[Verse 1]

Since a snot nose

We chopped Os

Popped Roscoes

Left one lock like Shakka Amose

Diamond collar bone

Swerve pot holes

Cop clothes like niggas murdered in Chicago

Miami Beach

Polyamory

Free financially

You should see the body on my Spanish bitch

Motherfucker this is art

You can't just pick this apart

This not a hobby, this is therapy

Nigga we run this

You a fucking fungus

I'm just having fun with this

I live in comfort

We don't pump fake

The pump ain't fake, I came to dump it

Still run with the same niggas I came up with

Bust guns with rubber grips

Bitch, whatever it is

Just get it off your chest like a breast reduction

Yeah I'm back on my bag of tricks

I fucked hip hop, I had to dead the bedwench

I've been better ever since

You still woulda thought you had better sense

Niggas ain't got no self respect

You can fuck with that but that ain't this though

That wax shit disco, I dismiss hoes

Bout to cop the Rolls with no tints, fish bowl

French toast then go hit up Saks Fifth for trench coats

Sink your boat

Your body wash up somewhere in Glen Cove

I was always told to push the envelope

It had blow in it though

Look what the wind blew in, in Kenneth Coles

Quick, pull a lick like a pick n' roll

The give and go, some nights alone, run the iso

I'm not a racist, dipped Jesus face in white gold

I know I know

That's not the Messiah's nose, he had wide nostrils

[Chorus]

Yeah

Will not run from gunfire

Dem man say them good die young

Know one ting; we keep iron

Soak up panty and pillow roc' up donkey and skin out

We kno gunsense

We kno gunsense, fi know

[Verse 2]

While politicians volley for position

I blew the pistons out in the Ferrari engine

Calamari's [Murray?]

Stay in beef, we like Arby's

I had to air you out in Pierre Hardy's

Go 69 yourself

Your rent ain't worth my wallet and belt

You may want to try summin else

Signs of wealth, you rhyme for zilch

I'm buying YSL

It's obvious your vibe wasn't felt

I pray father for help

While little mama roll a proper L

Chopper crack you open like a lobster tail

These are mobster tales

Gazelles, new box of shells

Carmels, '69 Chevelles

Chanel kicks for females

If she real and wishes me well

I might cop her the Benz GL

[Chorus]

Yeah

Will not run from gunfire

Dem man say them good die young

Know one ting; we keep iron

Soak up panty and pillow roc' up donkey and skin out

We kno gunsense

We kno gunsense, fi know