Текст песни 9mm - XIX

(What the fuck?)
Bo-Bo-Boxcutters
I'm staring at myself
When I look down at this choppa on my belt
If I was a gun I wouldn't have to go to jail
Ay fuck it
Dump a clip they put me on a shelf
Dump a clip they put you in a cell
When I split these niggas ducking
55 bullets that be cutting
Through a nigga throat it face fuck 'em
Lil nigga stop ducking
I might turn this nigga head into a Gusher
If I was a choppa I would stutter
Damn your skin soft
God damn and that boy like to talk
Ok if you got a problem I'ma get that shit solved
One- one shot, Two shot zero days off
T-t-three shot because you have a boy that was involved
F-f-fourth shot for yourself 'cause boys gone
And the fifth shots for the next kid that pick me up
And still got 2 in the clip, hope he keep it tucked
There's blood on yo teeth and blood on yo eyes
Don't get no blood on yo piece its stuck in my slide
Everyday you wake up closer to god
Every night I watch you sleeping, see you itching to die
You bitching I'm hot
Your wrist stay locked
You killed him
My barrel aimed towards the chest of civilians
Taxes, I'mma need bilions
Make me rich so they can give me to your children
Fuck them and fuck you too
Fuck the subject that they made up and they taught you in school
They can't hear you
You just screaming help till you blue
Fuck that bully, believe me I can bully 'em too
I put my foot down gun metal, bust out, bah
Stuff me with a clip, cock it back and go wild
Put ya hood up, tuck it, bust it, bah
With one of me boy you can take the whole town
Put ya foot down, gun metal bust out, bah
Pull my trigger with ya thumb and go down
Hood up, tuck it, bust it, bah
If I ain't out there, ain't no bodies being found
I put my foot down gun metal, bust out, bah
Put ya hood up, tuck it, bust it, bah
I put my foot down gun metal, bust out, bah
Put ya hood up, tuck it, bust it, bah
Loud bang
Rearrange your face
Put you in your place
30 clip
Put it to your brain
Fill you up with hate
Fat shell
Poppin out your forehead
Like it was vein
Hot shell
Servin' em to order like a hot cake
In your flesh
I'm creating tunnels
I boom on command just because I think it's fun to
I kick kick back, I'm actin' like I know kung fu
Put holes in ya body, not the one I bust nuts too
Complicated
Big glicks I think are my fixation
Hold one and my eyes get dilated
Dare you to come try and take me
Leave your ass leaking like a lake be
Missin', they like where his ass been at as of lately
If I was I gun I wouldn't have a say so
I'd have to bang and they would not explain no
It could be that chain look nice or that bankroll
Tight If that whip too fly someone might just take your life
Y'all be hackin' and slashin'
I'm runnin' and gunnin'
Banana clip
Make him soft
Tear him up like a gummy
Smart when you got your popper but if not you're a dummy
Make his smile permanent for thinkin' shit funny
Try to get at me, I get my get back right back
Buckshot make him sleep like a nightcap
Smoke a sucka, no remorse because l'm like that
Show him a photo of his mother then ignite that, uh
I don't argue with these rappers
I know that I'm betta
Shove a pussy in the way, to live, I'd do whatever
Rearrange a pussy face in the name of some cheddar
If I was a gun, I hope I get picked up by a killer
I put my foot down gun metal, bust out, bah
Stuff me with a clip, cock it back and go wild
Put ya hood up, tuck it, bust it, bah
With one of me boy you can take the whole town
Put ya foot down, gun metal bust out, bah
Pull my trigger with ya thumb and go down
Hood up, tuck it, bust it, bah
If I ain't out there, ain't no bodies being found
I put my foot down gun metal, bust out, bah
Put ya hood up, tuck it, bust it, bah
I put my foot down gun metal, bust out, bah
Put ya hood up, tuck it, bust it, bah
I put my foot down gun metal, bust out, bah
Put ya hood up, tuck it, bust it, bah
I put my foot down gun metal, bust out, bah
Put ya hood up, tuck it, bust it, bah