The Gun Shop

(feat. Hell Rell, J.R. Writer, 40 Cal)

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[Verse 1: Hell Rell]

I heard you want to get a nigga shot and you putting up 20 stacks

That's to much money niggas 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 niggas still dying

I'm still selling and the niggas still buying

Yea, the chickens I pluck em and fuck 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

Fuck 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, nigga 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 nigga ever say I lost it he on coke hoe

They can't fuck 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 nigga 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 niggas 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 fuck up your budget

She run around fucking 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, fucking 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

Nigga want peace, my brother, get the piece

Fucking 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 niggas that borrow my shit

I can tell you rappers how to be hardcore kids, constipated you gonna see how hard I spit

40!