[feat. Trae Tha Truth & ClicKlak]
[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
Heavy metal got me raining lead
Won't roll up near ya so ya covered in red
People sick of pain so they playing dead
Ak 47 I ain't never scared
"Put it down" be the words you ain't never
Take less than a second how this shit go
It's a dead ass road can't get ahead
Ya ever heard 10 shots calling for ya like
Now you in the grave. How the fuck you
Finna wake up?
Must of forgot the whole scene got taped
Playing with heat the whole scene got baked
So I'm bent up in the seal looking at it
Pictures so clear but it's painted dramatic
Niggas run up leave you smoking like
With bullets so rapid they soundin like
Guns make half of the people I know feel
Covered in black now they feeling
No hospital but condition is critical
Guns. Everybody ain't meant to have em
When under pressure and a coward grab
Leave open fire then let ya have em like
[Verse 2: Caskey]
Down south like the wild west.
Bullets hit your entire chest.
Some struggle to digest but I seen the
Trouble tried to buy a vest.
I'm rollin round with these reptiles,
Who got no love for their old folks
And try to rob tourists at Wet n' Wilds and
Very few of them vile
This the birthplace of racism so these black
Folks here don't smile
And these white folks set flames to crosses
With ignorance that they
Sprayed across it
Watch close who you talk to cause everybody
Here that you talk to got...
Ahhh that ain't nothing strange
You should keep your cool cause these right
Hips contain... (bang)
Down south folks get off
You just came with that one two and that
Kung fu better get lost
These guns (bang)
Some will need survival, some just tryna
Flex, some just like they rifles
These guns (bang)
Everyone here got em
That could be a problem
But I know what could solve it
[Verse 3: Caskey]
Revolvers round here ain't nothing new
Even toddlers in back roads of these wild
Cities been known to shoot
My old man loved the gun range more than
And on Sundays
Had a mac 10, shotguns, desert E's, and this
One (A) K that I never shot!
That beretta taught me that lead is hot
As a kid shot at this coke can with a BB
Gun in an empty lot
That was till I was old enough
Now it's under my bed and not cold enough
Anybody could get got cause they tryna eat
And who am I? I'm just tryna sleep
Was always told that the loudest mouth
Will never be the type to let the fire speak
As a child I'd be sitting at home
Pops upstairs bout to get the chrome for a
Kid my age bout to split to bone
All cause he ain't know... that my pops had
55 year old neighbor.
Old man he was pistol totin.
Like to sit on his back porch smoking
Loud. Sip coronas.
Waiting for the next man to slip.
Used to keep the grip on his hip.
38 snub nose draw... you know how it's
Small and gone fit.
Everybody wanna be raw.
Nobody wanna get hit.
I've done seen thugs turn soft when they
Parallel to the clip.
You ain't gotta tell me shit
I don't seen it all... from the stick up
Young kids getting it raw, my old man
Sippin the sauce clickin it off safety.
Dare someone round here try break me.
Act big get tough then take me outta my
Innovative but they got bad information.
Rifles in Lakeland.
Pistols with Jamaicans.
Even get a grenade.
Used to keep the blade but these days can't
Nobody stop these guns!
[Verse 4: ClicKlack]
ClicKlak sound effect of that strap
The first gun I ever owned was 38 on my
I was 15 with a new revolver and a pocket
Full of them racks
Had a sweet connect in high-school he
Fronted me and I brought it back Member
Pablo? That 22 that you got me?
It held 9 and saved my life when them
Fuck niggas tried to rob me
And I let looooose ya I caught 2 with that
This real life I'm telling you, this what the
Fuckin mind of a felon do
And I'm like member Baxter? That 45 with
Them big slugs?
Got caught slippin at the strip club, broke
In my car and they took her
And I'm like memba Fatboy? That shoot out
Kept ya mouth closed n you wasn't scary
Did ya time and I know ya feel me
Fuck nigga, don't ask me, if caskey eva
Especially when I'm riding with him like
Passenger in a taxi
With loaded pistols in the back seats, in all
Black on these back streets
This keep pushin from bokey been shooting
Shots like Stephan Curry
Bumpin scooter with a sharp shooter in all
Red Carlos boozer
No bullshit just full clips n ill hate to
Really have to do it to ya
Hit Dre fresh tell him call the west, ask
Gwalla if I could use the tech
Bang yonka boi tell him load stick out
Front ya house with these Guns biiitch
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