Bade Bunningham

I gotta, I gotta handgun next to the We gotta, huh, we huh, huh, huh Sell a whole thing all down to the- Yeah, I gotta chop, huh, I gotta Glock Yeah, I gotta handgun next to the Drake Say we got spots, huh, we got blocks, huh Sell a whole thing all down to the shake I said I gotta chop, huh, I gotta Glock, huh I gotta handgun next to the Drake I said we got spots, huh, we got blocks, huh Sell a whole thing all down to the shake Say I would listen to you 'bout some work but you ain't had none I be in the kitchen whippin' work like it's the bad son Trapping till the bands come, servin' 'til my last gone Quarantine cut the gleam, rappin' with my mask on I put a bag on, I put my hands on em I ain't even got to, huh, that's what the bands for Huh, I want a Benz truck, been did the Range Rover All black pullin' up, at the wop ask Bob 'nem I'm that nigga, yeahm I'm big dawg, you know I keep squad with me Ain't fearin' nan nigga I got a rifle and God with me I'm gon take a nigga with me if he slide he don' die with me And that's if I don't kill a nigga first, talm 'bout righteously (huh) I'm just tryna take his life quickly, I don't like niggas On a bad month run through a light fifty Big pipes for them backends, see that ice with me (huh) Throw my 5 up, them other niggas know what time it is (duh) Yeah, I gotta chop, huh, I gotta Glock Yeah, I gotta handgun next to the Drake Say we got spots, huh, we got blocks, huh Sell a whole thing all down to the shake I said I gotta chop, huh, I gotta Glock, huh I gotta handgun next to the Drake I said we got spots, huh, we got blocks, huh Sell a whole thing all down to the shake We'll make a snakin' nigga never wanna slime again We gon' shoot the extras can't have no niggas chimin' in Ain't no nigga bummin' through this bitch unless they tappin' in Give a f*ck about them fake as world niggas rapping in All my apes aggressive, we don't know shit 'bout passiveness We get the chance to stretch him, know my niggas gon pass on 'nem We done been through that bitch 'bout ten times, y'all ain't on shit Baby mama on dick, I hit that bitch to get her outta here You online can't afford war, ain't got no choppa fair Know we stay on go, niggas been on go ain't no stoppin' here Huh, big bop, chop my whole chop, chop a nigga hair Bust a nigga right up in his shit, I feel like he stared We ain't scared to air a nigga out, on my mama Pop door, tryna air a nigga out like it's too late We on tip I can't spare a nigga now, everybody with me want smoke I shared him with the squad Yeah, I gotta chop, huh, I gotta Glock Yeah, I gotta handgun next to the Drake Say we got spots, huh, we got blocks, huh Sell a whole thing all down to the shake I said I gotta chop, huh, I gotta Glock, huh I gotta handgun next to the Drake I said we got spots, huh, we got blocks, huh Sell a whole thing all down to the shake (My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)