[Hook] I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk And it's no talkin' back when my gun talk See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk
[Verse 1] Uh, fuck that nigga, ho ass nigga Leave that nigga with a toe tag nigga Barrel so long, you can pole dance, nigga Run up in ya house, where the dope at nigga Murder she wrote on a notepad nigga Light that nigga up, smoke that nigga Stomp that nigga, roast that nigga I walk around with this shotgun and this bitch bigger than me nigga Don't open up yo fuckin' mouth 'cuz I'll pull the trigger like teeth nigga Shoot 'em up, then leave nigga I smell summer's eve nigga We shoot first, it's better To give than receive nigga
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[Verse 2] Keep that ho shit over there And we don't shoot in the air I can't fuck with these niggas, man these niggas gummy bears Hair trigger on the gun, I pull that muthafucka hair It's like man you can't trust nobody, I don't even have a trust fund Don't buck, nigga. Don't stunt, nigga. Don't duck, nigga, cause I duck hunt Bitch rock with me, that Glock with me, that chopper with me, obviously I'mma empty this muthafucka, that's fifty shots, approximately Now fuck with me, get fucked over Emergency room: rushed over Hollow tips, in the clip, my gun loaded: yours sober I pull yo card like a lawn mower, fall back or I'm goin' forward I see you got yo gun drawn, I send you back to the drawin' board
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[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] Walkin' round this muhfukka limpin' Cuz the nose on the pistol 'bout as long as Scotty Pippen's On the molly and I'm twisted, throw ya body with the fishes Double back around that corner and I'm bodying the witness Uh, Real niggas don't talk much, do drive by's and walk ups Lame rappers that talk much get a broke jaw, star struck I don't fuck with the lame niggas, I got good aim nigga Pop a pill, pop you, my nick name is Pain Killer I'm still that same nigga, Eastside I rep that Pussy niggas better get right or where I see you, you get left at Use the rifle as my crutch, that's my gun walk Or we can hold a conversation, let the guns talk Gudda!