Buss My Gun

"Buss My Gun"

(feat. Nashawn)

[NaShawn (chorus)]

Buss my guns for the one I love

I buss my guns for the one I love

I buss my guns for the one I love

I buss my guns for the one I love

[Verse 1]

Yo' do you wanna live or do you wanna die

I'll throw you off the bridge wit a bullet in ya eye

Like a river in tha sky, you'll be floatin in tha air

Got to see ur mother cry at the wake of tha year

I'll give her a hug and tell her be strong then

Smack her in tha face wit a fourty-four long

I know I be wrong, dats how I get it on

I hope yall acknowledge the hook on this song

I got macs and tecs, snug, revovlers, oozies

I got 'em, gauge no problem, calicos, AKs,357's

nine milly's trey aint send you to heaven

I gave my lady a 380, a 22, a two five, bitch went crazy

popin forever, one for all

BraveHearted we stand nigga fuck all yall

[NaShawn (chorus)]

Buss my guns for the one I love

I buss my guns for the one I love

I buss my guns for the one I love

I buss my guns for the one I love

[Verse 2]

Yo' stop playin I'm layin for my dawgs

I would die for, cabbage patch this niggas

Souls in the sky more, shots rang, glocks bang,

Hot thangs, leave 'em wit his watch and rang

Stop and aim, I'm hot top soil get my rocks off

For my family, you a corpse, what you thought

For my seeds I even let the wrong man bleed

Sit there wit tha right one and give 'em three

See me, don't think cause I'm on tv

Dat a nigga won't massacre ya family

I love guns, and bustin 'em off for loved ones

Get it done, big or small one even for funds

I love cash, for loot, I kill yo' ass

Brains through tha roof of tha coupe

I watch the blood splash

And I hate most dudes dat aint my blood

and I buss my guns for the one I love

[NaShawn (chorus)]

Buss my guns for the one I love

I buss my guns for the one I love

I buss my guns for the one I love

I buss my guns for the one I love

[Verse 3]

I buss guns for the ones I love

I leave a nigga leakin for somethin

Them guns straight quicker and quicker

He seek its comin, my nigga jung

jumpin on niggas,da shells is dumpin

No fingerprints,shoot again these muthafuckas don't make sense

sayin dat me and my niggas can't win, why

See tha guns pointed at ya face

Plus ya clique surrounded cause they fake

They die, see my attitude, bust a

muthafucka for food, now I'm mad at you

Hit you then I toss tha tool

Never sober, shoot niggas and run 'em ova

Gee Wiz, Bh, I'ma test a QB soldier

I run away wit yo' head in my arms

like Brett Favre them muthafuckas take to tha streets

Them BraveHearts, shootin on these

muthafuckin faggots

Go 'head nigga pull ya gun I'ma grab it then

[NaShawn (chorus)]

Buss my guns for the one I love

I buss my guns for the one I love

I buss my guns for the one I love

I buss my guns for the one I love