Guns

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth] Guns talk, killers breathe Heavy metal got me raining lead Won't roll up near ya, somewhere covered in red People sick of pain so they playing dead AK-47, I ain't never scared "Put it down" be the words you ain't never said Take less than a second how this shit go It's a dead end road, can't get ahead Ya ever heard 10 shots calling for ya like, "wake up!" Now you in the grave, how the fuck you finna wake up? Must've forgot the whole scene got taped up Playing with heat, the whole scene got baked up So I'm bent up in the seal looking at it Pictures so clear but it's painted dramatic Niggas run up, leave you smoking like addicts With bullets so rapid, they sounding like static Guns make half of the people I know feel invincible Covered in black, now they feeling invisible No hospital but condition is critical Guns; everybody ain't meant to have 'em When under pressure, any coward grab 'em Lay open fire then let ya have 'em like, "Damn" [Verse 2: Caskey] Down south like the Wild West Bullets hit your entire chest Some struggle to digest But I seen the trouble, tried to buy a vest I'm rolling 'round with these reptiles Dropouts, stepchilds Who got no love for they old folks And try to rob tourists at Wet 'n Wilds And that's wild Very few of them vile This the birthplace of racism So these black folks here don't smile And these white folks set flames to crosses With ignorance that they sprayed across it Watch close who you talk to 'cause everybody here that you talk to got… [Hook: Caskey] Guns Ah, that ain't nothing strange You should keep your cool 'cause these right hips contain (bang) Guns Down south, folks get off You just came with that one-two And that kung fu, better get lost These guns (bang) Some will need survival Some just tryna flex Some just like they rifles These guns (bang) Everyone here got 'em That could be a problem But I know what could solve it These guns [Verse 3: Caskey] Revolvers 'round here ain't nothing new Even toddlers in back roads Of these wild cities been known to shoot My old man loved the gun range More than church, and on Sundays Had a mac-10, shotguns Desert E's, and this one K that I never shot! That beretta taught me that lead is hot As a kid, shot at this coke can With a BB gun in an empty lot That was till I was old enough Now it's under my bed and not Cold enough, shit hot Anybody could get got 'cause they tryna eat And who am I? I'm just tryna sleep Was always told that the loudest mouth Will never be the type to let the fire speak As a child, I'd be sitting at home Pops upstairs, 'bout to get the chrome For a kid my age, 'bout to split the bone All 'cause he ain't know, that my pops had... [Hook] [Verse 4: Caskey] 55 year-old neighbor Old man, he was pistol totin' Liked to sit on his back porch Smoking loud, sip Coronas Waiting for the next man to slip Used to keep the grip on his hip 38 snub nose draw You know how it's small and gon' fit Everybody wanna be raw Nobody wanna get hit I've done seen thugs turn soft When they parallel to the clip You don't gotta tell me shit I done seen it all, from the stick up draws Young kids getting it raw My old man sippin' the sauce Clickin' it off safety Dare someone 'round here try break me Act big, get tough, then take me Out of my zone, innovative, but they got bad information Rifles in Lakeland Pistols with Jamaicans Even get a grenade, used to keep the blade But these days, can't nobody stop these guns! [Verse 5: ClicKlak] ClicKlak; Sound effect of that strap The first gun I ever owned Was a 38 on my lap I was 15 with a new revolver And a pocket full of them racks Had a sweet connect in high school He fronted me and I brought it back 'member, Pablo? That 22 that you got me? It held 9 and it saved my life When them fuck niggas tried to rob me And I let loose Yeah, I caught 2 with that 22 This real life I'm telling you This what the fucking mind of a felon do And I'm like 'member, Baxter? That 4-5 with them big slugs? Got caught slipping at the strip club Broke into my car and they took her And I'm like 'member, Fatboy? That shoot out in Lake Mary? Kept ya mouth closed and you wasn't scared Did ya time and I know ya feel me Fuck nigga, don't ask me If Caskey ever blast heat Especially when I'm riding with him Like a passenger in a taxi With loaded pistols in the back seat In all black in these back streets This Keep Pushin' from Bokey Been shooting shots like Stephen Curry I'm bumping Scooter and a sharp shooter In all red, Carlos Boozer No bullshit, just full clips And I'd hate to really have to do it to ya Hit Dre Fresh, tell him call the west Ask Gwalla if I could use the tech Bang Yonka Boi, tell him load the stick Out front ya house with these guns, bitch Hey!