Gun Powder

I don't know s**t about no murder got to keep my mouth closed

Just got a brand new Desert Eagle with a cutter that fold

Shower in bleach rip up the car, make sure you burn all the clothes

My youngin down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke

Sending texts to all the opps like yeah we want all the smoke

We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score

Pop out wit' poles, told 'em I won't spare no kids or no hoes

Put on the pedal, heavy metal, send some shots through yo' clothes

Take off his nose

None of my n***as gon' bend, break, or fold

Clutchin' cutters, me and my brothers ridin' 'round smoking d**e

I got a drop on all the opps, hope you don't think that you Low

This ain't no threat, b***h this a promise, when I catch you case closed

Money fold, d**e sold

You caught a body but told

Spent 40 thousand on some diamonds, got my mouth lookin' froze

You sippin' lean, that's not prescription, got 'em comin' by loads

Lord knows, walk in the mall and spend 10 thousand on clothes

I don't know s**t about no murder got to keep my mouth closed

Just got a brand new Desert Eagle with a cutter that fold

Shower in bleach rip up the car, make sure you burn all the clothes

My youngin down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke

Sending texts to all the opps like yeah we want all the smoke

We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score

Pop out wit' poles, told 'em I won't spare no kids or no hoes

Put on the pedal, heavy metal, send some shots through yo' clothes

I bought a chopper then I filled it up, I catch 'em, Imma fill 'em up

Walk down, headshots, Hit the corner, whip em up

Y'all better listen to the words I say, we livin' in our last days

Point blank, pooh, 6 cigarettes and ash trays

I don't know s**t about no murder got to keep my mouth closed

Just got a brand new Desert Eagle with a cutter that fold

Shower in bleach rip up the car, make sure you burn all the clothes

My youngin down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke

Sending texts to all the opps like yeah we want all the smoke

We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score

Pop out wit' poles, told 'em I won't spare no kids or no hoes

Put on the pedal, heavy metal, send some shots through yo' clothes