Gun Fun (feat. Jasmine Wilde & Grip)

That subcompact like a pocket rocket Compressor on the .40 so you know that bitch quiet quiet Dip in the denim the only place Imma try to hide it The way I burn and drop a pound you'd think I was tryna diet The science of violence and how it escalates My brothers say Its better to be caught with it than without it dont ever hesitate Cuz the moment you caught slippin could be your last one The fame is for your first name, honor your last one And keep your head on a swivel, cuz in the field No matter ya motive, homies'll cap a nigga if you kneel Its real as it gets, I know they feelin this shit I know G's that put in work in the 80's and still in the mix It's either in you or not Your cloth got plenty in stock The fabric Im cut from don't exist they discontinued the stock All they heard was tires screeching and then continuous shots In rapid secession, grabbin the weapon and spinnin' the block Niggas screaming Im gon get my gun and have fun Im gon get my gun and have fun Im gon get my gun and have fun Im gon get my gun and have fun Im gon get my gun and have fun Im gon get my gun and have fun Im gon get my gun and have fun Im gon get my gun and have fun Uh Im tryna, make sure my peeps is straight Need me a decent plate Flow on my recent tapes Boostin my feature rate Lyrically beat the breaks Off many emcee's he's finna compete with greats We'll let the streets debate F*ck tryna lease a wraith I'll take impala, a couple dollas and Issa Rae Was sleepin feet to face On twin mattresses with my cousin Oh now we buzzin That glock tote a baker's dozen You thought I wasn't Packin heat like oven Spray like mosquito repellant at niggas who be buggin Then get to shoulder shruggin Im not opposed to huggin But if it comes down to him or me then you know Im bussin Don't end up that nigga that get caught up in those discussion How you get hit and was leanin like off the robotussin Its so disgusting I get a rush when I'm clutchin this glock in my hand Now everybody with me strapped and when we hop in the van We sayin Im gon get my gun and have fun Im gon get my gun and have fun Im gon get my gun and have fun Im gon get my gun and have fun Im gon get my gun and have fun Im gon get my gun and have fun Im gon get my gun and have fun Im gon get my gun and have fun Now let me give you some serious game Be it I have your attention I'll say a series of things The pain we endure for being poor With a limited number of doors To enter in and ensure That our future is secure Is a tale in itself And frankly you tellin yourself To break the norm but the cog in the machine is repairing itself Im just preparin myself For war imma keep mines You sleep and content with being a sheep like its peace time You Serta, im certified, you can tell by my posture- pedic No, I'll never remove my vertebrae to fit under your ceilin I see them triggers squeezin, like boa constrictors inflicting pain On mothers and families in the streets, another child slain Its a foul game but we playin We all just tryna a make it To a day, where the children play without worries of being taken By a wicked system of racist Polices Jurors and Judges With a disposition to judge us Til then, we screaming f*ck em Like Im gon get my gun and have fun Im gon get my gun and have fun Im gon get my gun and have fun Im gon get my gun and have fun Im gon get my gun and have fun Im gon get my gun and have fun Im gon get my gun and have fun Im gon get my gun and have fun Oooooooooo, Oooooooooooo Oooooooooo, Oooooooooooo Im goin to get my gun Im goin to have me some fun