The Gun Shop

(feat. Hell Rell, J.R. Writer, 40 Cal)
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Turn me up a little bit
Turn my music up
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[Verse 1: Hell Rell]
I heard you want to get a ***** shot and you putting up 20 stacks
That's to much money ****** do it for less than that
Go to war vest and mac, shooting dice, better stack
If I lose so what, I got money, bet it back
The rats still snitching and ****** still dying
I'm still selling and the ****** still buying
Yea, the chickens I pluck em and **** em you love em
As soon as you see em you .38 snub them and stuff them
I like nice things like a ice ring, magnium we driving is equivalent to my right bling
**** with the set know the situation it might bring
Break your right knee, put your arm in a nice sling
I'm a Lamborghini Gallardo, you a keya sport
If you sueing, I ain't settling, see me in court
If you want beef, ***** see me in the streets
I'm on a 7 day cruise see you in a week
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Writer
Dipset
Dipset
[Verse 2: JR Writer]
Listen doggy you're a joke, corny and you're broke
Going over board I have somebody throw you off a boat
Other than that the mac puff on ordinary smoke
Jet thru, neck blue like you lost somebody close
No you can never say I lost it, I ain't done so, if a ***** ever say I lost it he on coke hoe
They can't **** with it I'm to damn nasty
A school bus double park, you can't pass me
It's the champs, who lay low on land, and range rov, looking for the J.Lo in tramps
You know j tho, j hoes, make them a Stan, strokes from your bank roll, change up your stance
Soon as a ***** walk up in the place they get ants, cause they know I can make it rain how you can't
I make strippers come out of their raincoats and dance
Still I give you a shot like I gave you a chance
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Writer
[Verse 3: 40 Cal.]
All I gotta say is ****** stop cuffin cuffin you hugging them buzzin your scuzzins
You hug them down you rub them in public
You're such a clown you lust them **** up your budget
She run around ******* your uncles and cousin
A lovely smile, a junk and some trunk for some luggage
Because of cal we discover the suckaz among us
You in the lose lose, ******* with the new dude
My chain like blues clues, view it like youtube
I'm in a cool mood, a ru chu wow, I'll shoot you
Used to your doo-doo brown, they say I'm going coo coo
Not coo coo cal, you want peace I'll do it shockasolu style
To the east, my brothers, to the east
***** want peace, my brother, get the piece
******* with a beast, ducking from the police, I'm rapping with warrants cause I hustle in the streets
I, jump in the beef one deep, you signed to rat records you judged my the company you keep
You don't see how hard I spit cause ya'll the same lil ****** that borrow my ****
I can tell you rappers how to be hardcore kids, constipated you gonna see how hard I spit
40!