Artillery weak with guns
Silicone bitches got the confidence
Im starting to see guns and knives
I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles
We got dat guns and flow
Like curses on the radio
Remember my guns like a mic,
All my new bitches seem to get old real quick
I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit
Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket
And my guns are directors
Half my peers, they're stretched for years
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