Lyrics

[Intro] 2-A Ooh, yeah You could come, and take it 2nd Amendment, baby! The right of the people, to keep and bear arms Shall not be infringed [Verse 1] Yeah, sell ya' cloak, buy a lil' strap 'Cause, sometimes evil gotta take a little nap This my Glock, he Gucci, I'ma put him on the map This my call of duty, and he moody when he clap Look, he protect me, when the sun down When I pull him out, criminals get to run, now Touchdown Come into my house, you gettin' gunned down Grade A, get the fate, come and get that uptown But, Tyson, I thought you a Christian Listеn, I'ma man of God, I'm on a mission But, don't cross me, plus, I got a new edition And, hе the one I'm runnin' to, when someone's in my kitchen He the cream of the crop, got the beam on the Glock You don't stand a chance, you'll be leavin' on a cot I'm just bein' honest, all it takes is one shot Go away, I know a lot of men of God, that don't play [Chorus] I got a 2nd Amendment, and he a Gucci Glock He get to yappin', you don't wanna hear the toolie talk He for the snowflakes, forget the fruity pops He a beauty huh? That my Gucci Glock I got a 2nd Amendment, and he a Gucci Glock He get to yappin', you don't wanna hear the toolie pop He to the point, he 'on't listen to the goofy talk Pop-pop! Watchin' evil drop That my Gucci Glock! [Verse 2] The sword is a weapon of war The survival, read the Bible, it's infested with gore You like freedom? Well, many men bled on a shore And, I'll defend it, learn a lesson, if you step in my door This a blessing, get it now, 'cause they jackin' up supply chains E'rybody's scared to die, they lyin' with the mind games I'ma take the small road, ya'll can take the wide lane I'ma follow God, to live as Christ, and die as my gain 2-A, they tryin' to abolish it They usin' media, and all the politics I've got a red pill, you need to swallow it Get ready for a civil war, and stock up on the hollow tips I keep him close, he on call, and he knows What's a gun free zone? Where I go, he goes, heh He come in handy, with thugs and Deebos He my buddy, I will never sell him for a c-note, uh-uh [Chorus] I got a 2nd Amendment, and he a Gucci Glock He get to yappin', you don't wanna hear the toolie talk He for the snowflakes, forget the fruity pops He a beauty, huh? That my Gucci Glock I got a 2nd Amendment, and he a Gucci Glock He get to yappin', you don't wanna hear the toolie pop He to the point, he 'on't Listen to the goofy talk Pop-pop! Watchin' evil drop, that my Gucci Glock! That my Gucci Glock