im not a gun man
but if i was or will be
then this is the history
wake up in da morning
light it up going outside looking up
sun is shining telling nigga its time 4 griding
lets do it sticks up,holds up and pistol whips with glocks
so i go back inside kiss my saturday bitch see you later miss alligator
see she wears taryn rose dustyn croc suede bronze
so you got the point
anyway
back outside jumping on the suzuki biplane
which i call kaneda's red bike
but gotta stay in reality life is dangerous
im stressed out nervous oh but weed came with focus
so heading to a unknown destination looking over the horizon
having sickening punished typed visions about wifey killed
but i was raises by scrooge mcduck i was raised on ducks and bucks
so i get a call saying to head to this direction
no problem i know the destination
pull out the berreta92sb looking mean with the GG Gucci
kick the door in
bad puerto rican cocaína reina
then this tied up mexican looking like umberto robina
and i was assigned to eliminate mister chico
pulled out the HTG Cycle 2 with suppressor rapido
yeah you didnt think i had another one negro
then did a prayer ala jules winffield
but kept looking at mami's tits distracted
the pressing of the clip
but after 5 seconds i fired
blood everywhere
getting paid in an hour
going back home
walk in the front door
gun is on board
then i see baby waiting for me
at her finest just begging for daddy
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