Caskey - Guns Ft. Trae Tha Truth & ClicKlak (Prod. by The Avengerz) | Текст песни

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• Guns Ft. Trae Tha Truth & ClicKlak (Prod. by The Avengerz)

[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
Guns talk
Killers breathe
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
Said
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
“wake up!”
Now you in the grave. How the fuck you
Finna wake up?
Must of forgot the whole scene got taped
Up
Playing with heat the whole scene got baked
Up
So Im bent up in the seal looking at it
Pictures so clear but its painted dramatic
Niggas run up leave you smoking like
Attics
With bullets so rapid they soundin like
Static
Guns make half of the people I know feel
Invincible
Covered in black now they feeling
Invisible
No hospital but condition is critical
Guns. Everybody ain't meant to have em
When under pressure and a coward grab
Em
Leave open fire then let ya have em like
Damn

[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
Im rollin round with these reptiles
Dropouts, Stepchilds
Who got no love for their old folks
And try to rob tourists at Wet n’ Wilds and
That’s wild
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 cuz everybody
Here that you talk to got…

[Hook]
GUNS
Ahhh that ain't nothing strange
You should keep your cool cuz these right
Hips contain… (bang)
Guns
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
These guns

[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
Church
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 its under my bed and not cold enough
Shit hot
Anybody could get got cuz they tryna eat
And who am I ? Im 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 cuz he ain't know… that my pops had

[Hook]

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 its
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
Draws
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
Zone
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
Lap
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
Pabl

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