A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed
If there was no guns in the world, that'd be great
That moschino shit is so back
No cash in big stacks, no guns that click clack
On trial for possession of some chronic
Remember my guns like a mic,
Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles
Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard
She swears by it but if you break her heart
Guess they ran out of options
Fake people who waste space and shot guns
If there was no guns in the world, that'd be great
Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid
He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence
Not caring for lives, only profit and guns
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