Lyrics The 2nd Amendment - Who TF Is Justin Time? , Adam Calhoun

Left, left, left, right, left
Left, left, left, right, left
Left, left, left, right, left
Left, left, left, right, left

Pistol on my waist and my rifle's in the safe
With a shotgun on the wall with lots of shells up in the case
I got that pistol on my waist and my rifle's in the safe
With a shotgun on the wall with lots of shells up in the case
I got that pistol on my waist (on my waist), on my waist
I got that pistol on my waist (on my waist), on my waist
I got that pistol on my waist and my rifle's in the safe
With a shotgun on the wall with lots of shells up in the case
I got that

Dressed in all camo, I sell guns with lots of ammo
Got me feelin' like I'm Rambo, yeah, my flow too hot to handle, oh
If you want some violence couple shots and then the sirens
Man they used to run their mouth, now all I hear is silence
Pistol packin', jaw jackin' head up on the mantle piece
Toe taggin', body baggin', got a problem? Kill the beef
Gettin' violent start a riot, go to war, fuck the peace
Go insane and break the chain, rebel son, I am a beast (woo)

Never give in, never back down, always go hard motherfucker
Never tap out, really livin' what these fake boys won't rap 'bout
Redneck knuckles, just in case you wanna act out
See me in the sticks, prolly where you're never at
Run from a fight, who me? Nah, never that
Stomp on your face like some boots on a welcome mat
Anybody want it, hell yeah, we can handle that

It-it-it's my right to carry this, them AR's with extended clips
You can't bend it if you wish, and I will show you what to kiss
My ass, my rights, ain't nobody takin' what's mine
My life, my pride, double dog dare a motherfucker to try

Pistol on my waist and my rifle's in the safe
With a shotgun on the wall with lots of shells up in the case
I got that pistol on my waist and my rifle's in the safe
With a shotgun on the wall with lots of shells up in the case
I got that pistol on my waist (on my waist), on my waist
I got that pistol on my waist (on my waist), on my waist
I got that pistol on my waist and my rifle's in the safe
With a shotgun on the wall with lots of shells up in the case
I got that

You just a bitch, and everyone knows
Talkin' that shit, fill 'em with holes
Tossed in the ditch, side of the road
You don't want no smoke (no smoke)
No, bunch of rednecks gonna whoop that ass
I represent hillbilly white trash
Gun on my waist, come and take my flag
Gun to your face, watch you piss your pants
Oh man, shoulda ran when shit hit the fan

Whoa now, better slow down when I roll up
Windows down 'bout to go down
Hold up, you know you can lose your life
Talk that shit, better walk that line
Ain't no game, just take your name
If you fuckin' with those stars and stripes

No one's safe when I pop that safe
Partner, pop you right in the face
Okay (okay), you rang? (You rang?)
Ain't tryna hear shit you sayin' (you sayin')
We don't do fuck shit 'round, fuck boy
With your old truck stuck in the mud, fuck boy
We're rollin' past, pistol in hand
Don't get get your shit shot up, fuck boy

Launch a missile out that pistol
Hit you, flip you, no more issue
I won't miss you, brains are missin'
You won't think that shit through, did you?
If you got a problem, that's no problem, I can handle that
Savage with the hands, and plus you know I keep my hand on that

Pistol on my waist and my rifle's in the safe
With a shotgun on the wall with lots of shells up in the case
I got that pistol on my waist and my rifle's in the safe
With a shotgun on the wall with lots of shells up in the case
I got that pistol on my waist (on my waist), on my waist
I got that pistol on my waist (on my waist), on my waist
I got that pistol on my waist and my rifle's in the safe
With a shotgun on the wall with lots of shells up in the case
I got that