SHES GOT A GUN

Woah, she's got a gun Woah, she's got a gun Woah, she's got a gun Woah, she's got a gun Woah, she's got a W-w-woah she's got a gun Woah, she's got a gun Tryna have some fun Bringing bullets to the party Its what she likes to do Point the barrel at the mirror But all she sees is you She likes the feeling of the rubber When she holds the grip Lips to her cup it's haunting Take a shot and take a hit Take a shot and take a hit Take a shot and take a hit Take a shot and take a hit Take a shot and- (Woah, she's got a gun) (Woah, she's got a gun) (Woah, she's got a gun) (Woah, she's got a gun) You sure you wanna see her holding it tight Pull the trigger, let the blood spill, on white Go ahead, try and touch her again Cuz she's a bad motherfucker with her finger on the pin (Woo) Crawling through the mud Hoping she doesn't see you When she pulls on your shirt You better not forget She's around Polaroid pictures on the ground She ain't gonna stutter You're a dead motherfucker Crawling through the mud Hoping she doesn't see you When she pulls on your shirt You better not forget She's around Polaroid pictures on the ground She ain't gonna stutter You're a dead motherfucker Woah, she's got a gun Woah, she's got a gun Woah, she's got a gun Woah, she's got a gun Woah, she's got a W-w-woah she's got a gun Woah, she's got a gun Tryna have some fun Crawling through the mud Hoping she doesn't see you When she pulls on your shirt You better not forget