Gun Walk (Remix)

Bandana taddle my pride, nigga

All they talk, “I’m scared,” nigga!

Get the fuck up by the car, nigga

Like Cain’s cousin hurled, nigga!

Serial numbers crest up

I got bodies on this bitch!

You want a buy, I could text her

A hundred dollars for this shit!

In position of a fire arm

Bitches love my gun wild!

I don’t play with no nigga

Don’t blame, that’s not my fault!

As long as there’s no one talk

That means that no one comes

We don’t need no gun licenses

And tell them, “fuck your gun lot!”

I’m on my seat murder shit

Talk choppers like I’m soldier slim

Walking with these two blocks

And I hope that they don’t notice them!

Growеd up with Latuce, baby kept me in thеir booth

Told them you do what you do

Any problems, let me shoot!