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lirik lagu larry citgo & p.nut - gun talk

[hook: p.nut]
bet that whole clique full of shooters
dumpin’ at you from the uber
hundred rounds from this ruger
b-tch it come longer than rulers
hundred rounds through ya
should put an end to your future
i stay with that tech like computers
spread these bullets like a rumor, let’s get it!

(citgo, citgo, citgo) x4

(let’s get it, let’s get it, let’s get it) x2

[verse 1: p.nut]
don’t slack, better duck when i dump sh-t
one clip, let it blow like a trumpet
hot block, more opps than a junction
i dropped on the spot when the pump kick, gang
if corner shots missed you lucky
but the next one gon’ hit n-gga trust me
special-ed with the guns, i’m a dummy
b-tch, i lean when i shoot like i’m clumsy
and i limp when i walk, like i got it on me
keep the bl!cky and it got a couple bodies on it
catch a opp, do him dirty put the shotty on him
that sh-t bang, put a hole in his body armor
citgo, and you know how that sh-t go
we tip-toe then we blow through your window
it’s slow when we show with the pistol
get low and reload them extendos
scuba tried, get scuba fried
i’ll wet ‘em up, make ‘em scuba dive
it’s do or die, when the rugers fly
that diss track was suicide
if scuba jump, i make scuba dash
you better duck when that ruger blast
you talking sh-t, your door’s made of gl-ss
two b-tches had beat your -ss
i’m riding, tony’s strapped up with the cannon
b-tch got bullets bigger than a planet
choppa big, it really do some damage
pow, lay him down where he standin’
b-tch, i’m bustin’ fast just like a quickie
gang gang, got my n-ggas with me
slide up on that n-gga with the glizzy
rrrraaa, rrrraaa, rrrraaa, give ‘em fifty
brodie keep the tool, he getting busy
choppa make him wobble like he dizzy
bluey set in on me b-tch i’m trippy
choppa singing more than whitney
double dabbin’, b-tches wanna l!ck me
choppa fry ‘em, leave a n-gga crispy
thirty-eight’ll lift a n-gga ten feet
nine’ll clean his head off, n-gga, brittney

[verse 2: larry citgo]
shots bustin’ from the thirty-eight
pull up on ‘em, read the murder rate
twin glocks, you would burn your face
but, i’d rather shoot the mary kate
put ‘em away, make ‘em elevate
send the bullets, they accelerate
put a hole in his vertebrae
zip him up like he wearing bape
too much bands, that i sag now
n-gga front, lay his -ss down
brodie make a n-gga mac out
not like boogie in the background
(f-ck is that sound, in my bag now)
i ain’t cool with n-ggas
just cause a n-gga went to school with n-ggas
got the tray like a n-gga got the schooly with him
talking sh-t, i hope that n-gga prove it, n-gga
i’ll make a movie, n-gga
i got the uzi, n-gga
the kickback f-ck around and move you, n-gga
sleep on me, i’ll freddy krueger, n-gga
with the ruger, n-gga
i ain’t foolin’, n-gga
i’ll shoot a n-gga
catch ‘em lacking on a twenty-two
is he ‘bout it, is he gonna shoot?
talking sh-t, put him on the news
wet him up like a swimming pool
body shots, he ain’t bulletproof
twin glocks, if i’m red, it cools
f-ck fighting, i ain’t in the mood
(my brother’s strong, like his fam is huge)
my brother’s brother’s with his family too
it go grrrit, grrrit when air in the room
my n-ggas savage, n-ggas animals
have a gunner gun ‘em if he dare to move
keep a hundred brothers still dying too
stop trying, do it, leave him lying dude
man, bro doing sh-t i used to do
but i’m ot making business moves
but i never leave without the cape
body open up like a boa
a hundred clips, yellin’ out “bro yo i’m hit”
but you’ll never be ok
bottle of pop like e&j
five in the air, you see me wave
n-ggas will clap like vma
pull that trigga we see you blink
grrrrrrrrt

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