Caskey - Guns Lyrics
Girls talk, killers breathe, heavy metal gather rain the..Won't roll with me so they cuffin' with me,People sick the pain so they plan deadAK 47 I ain't never scaredPut it down be the words you ain't never saidTake missed in the sick now the shit go,It's a damn damn road, can't get aheadYou every heard ten shots, call it for your.. wake upMan in the grave how the f*ck you feel to wake upMost have forgot the whole scene, got tatoPlaying with heat the whole scene got baked up,Some been up in the seal, lookin' at itPicture so clip been but this paint of dramatic,Niggas run you're smoking like addictsWith bullets so rapper they sounding like steady.Guns, make half of the people I know feel invisibleComfort in black now they feelin' invisibleKnow how they spit but condition is criticalGuns, everybody gain it to heavenWhen not the pressure any coward grab 'em.. with fire, then lead to heaven ..Down south like the wild west,Bullets hit you in die chestSome struggle to digestBut I seen the trouble try to buy this,I'm rolling round with this red towelsDrop outs, step childs who got no love for their old folksAnd tryin to ride tour setting ..wild in this,Wild, .. few with them vowThis the verb place erases and city black folks you know smileAnd these white folks set flame to cross with ignorance that they spray to cross itWatch closer you talk to, 'cause everybody here you talk to gotHook:Guns, all now they none estrangedYou should keep your coop 'cause this right here contain (bang bang)Guns, down south folks get off,You should came with that one two, in that kung-fu better get lostThese guns ' bang- someone need survivalSomeone just tryin' to flex and some just like the rivalThese guns 'bang- everyone here guide emThat could be a problem, but I know what could solve with these guns.Revivals round here ain't nothing newEven titles and back roads of these wild cities been on the shoeMy old man love the gun rainMore than church in all SundaysGot a mack ten, shot guns, does it ease and isOne kay that I'll never shotDouble red taught me that letter's hotAnd key shot of this cocaine with the BB in the empty lockDouble .. was old enough, now is under my bed and not,Holding up, shit hot, anybody could get got 'causeThey tryin' to eat and who am I, I'm just tryin' to sleepWas always told that the lot is mouthI'll never be the type to let the .. speakAs a child I'll be seating at home,Pops instead but it gets the crownF*ck kid my .. 'bout to split the boneArks here no, then my pots had[Hook:]55 your neighbor, old man he was pissed the toe,Like to seat on his back ports, smoking loud, sip CoronasWaiting for the next man to sleep,Used to keep it grip on his grip,30 A snop droll, you know how small it go fitEverybody wanna be roll, nobody wanna get hit,I didn't see thugs turn soft, when they parallel to the clickYou ain't gotta tell me shit, I didn't see all from the stick drawsYoung kids getting it all, moments sipping this allThinking it all, safety, that someone round here try break meAt big enough than take me, out of my zone and invadedBut they got back if I'm main shit, rifles and lake lean,Pistols is what you're making, even get a grenadeUsed to keep the blade but these days can't nobody stop these .. gunsClick-clack, sound to fit of that strokeThe first gun I ever own was the thirty A on my lab,I was 15 with a new revolve, with a pocket full of them racks,Had a sweet connect in high-school, he friend of me and I brought it backRemember Pablo, that 22 that you got me,It head nine and it save my life, when them f*ck niggas try to rob me,And I let lose, yeah I call two of that 22,This real life I'm telling you, *****, what the f*ck of mine I'm telling youI'm like remember backs, that 4-5 with the ***** ..Got cold sleepin at the strip club, broke in my .. they took ..And I'm like, remember fat boy, they shoot eye and late mareKept in my clothes and you one scared, did you time and I know your fearF*ck nigga, don't ask me! If Caskey every bless heEspecially, when I'm riding with 'em like passenger in a taxiWith load of .. in the back seat, and all black in this back streetFifty p**sy from broke key, been shooter sights like stepping curbI'll bump the school in the soft shooter, and all win I love the bootsNo guns shit, just full clips and I hate the real I have to do it to youThis straight fresh tell em call west, .. if I can use the..The young boy, tell em load the .. I .. with this guns *****.
