(Hook)
that A.K go
that Baretta go
that Shotty go
that Desert Eagle go
i gotta gun fetish i gotta gun fetish I gotta gun fetish I gotta gun fetish
x 2
fuck you want I got goons by the door
the fuck you think I got 'em for
niggas aint beefin no more
they'll carry your body to the morgue
these niggas betta stop it
we got them hammers we'll put nails up in your coffin
I'm sick of niggas and them hollows them 'em coughin
And if he lives there's no way that niggas walkin
These niggas turnin bitch like they dressed in drag
A sleeping trip to hell get the black zipper bags
All my niggas they rounded up and when that barrels in your face its looking dark as fuck
You better get up out my face
That SK get to spraying faster than some mace
When it rains they say it pours
Shits all sweet till my niggas at your front door
(Hook)
I'm something you can't ignore
100 rounds spit everywhere like it's on tour
You do drive by's I put shells through your door
I'll have him leaking like I opened up his pores
I'm fucking crazy try me nigga
You can't even eat if you don't run it by me nigga
I aint gotta carry guns my goons they fire triggers
Gun shells hit you hard and run right through you like its liquor
You can hate me nigga go head and try to scheme
Silencers equipped on infrared beams
You aint got my bread well I got this toast
I'll Sunday school a nigga make him get the Holy Ghost
I'm semi-holding ch-ch-ch-choppa loaded
I'll leave him stinkin in the forest with his skin corroded
So you can keep talkin shit boy
You eating breakfast my goons at your back door
(Hook)
I gotta gun fetish I gotta gun fetish
I get pissed and all you hear is (rat tat tat tat tat tat)
x 2
tell these niggas I aint playing with 'em
fuck a wrong place wrong time his homies laying with 'em
I'm something you cant ignore
I love the smell of gore