I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun lawSee me walking with a limp, that's my gun walkI don't do no arguin', I let the gun talkI'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun lawSee me walking with a limp, that's my gun walkI don't do no arguin', I let the gun talkAnd it's no talkin' back when my gun talkSee me walking with a limp, that's my gun walkThat's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walkSee me walking with a limp, that's my gun walkThat's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk
Uh, fuck that nigga, ho ass niggaLeave that nigga with a toe tag niggaBarrel so long, you can pole dance, niggaRun up in ya house, where the dope at niggaMurder she wrote on a notepad niggaLight that nigga up, smoke that niggaStomp that nigga, roast that niggaI walk around with this shotgun and this bitch bigger than me niggaDon't open up yo fuckin' mouth 'cuz I'll pull the trigger like teeth niggaShoot 'em up, then leave niggaI smell summer's eve niggaWe shoot first, it's betterTo give than receive nigga
Keep that ho shit over thereAnd we don't shoot in the airI can't fuck with these niggas, man these niggas gummy bearsHair trigger on the gun, I pull that muthafucka hairIt's like man you can't trust nobody, I don't even have a trust fundDon't buck, nigga. Don't stunt, nigga. Don't duck, nigga, cause I duck huntBitch rock with me, that Glock with me, that chopper with me, obviouslyI'mma empty this muthafucka, that's fifty shots, approximatelyNow fuck with me, get fucked overEmergency room: Rushed overHollow tips, in the clip, my gun loaded: Yours soberI pull yo card like a lawn mower, fall back or I'm goin' forwardI see you got yo gun drawn, I send you back to the drawin' board
Walkin' round this muhfukka limpin'Cuz the nose on the pistol 'bout as long as Scotty Pippen'sOn the molly and I'm twisted, throw ya body with the fishesDouble back around that corner and I'm bodying the witnessUh, Real niggas don't talk much, do drive by's and walk upsLame rappers that talk much get a broke jaw, star struckI don't fuck with the lame niggas, I got good aim niggaPop a pill, pop you, my nick name is Pain KillerI'm still that same nigga, Eastside I rep thatPussy niggas better get right or where I see you, you get left atUse the rifle as my crutch, that's my gun walkOr we can hold a conversation, let the guns talkGudda!