lirik lagu rm (uk) - gun talk
[intro]
(legendary made this one)
[verse 1: ard adz]
me and heat l!ckin’ bare banks (h~lla dem)
ever been surrounded by bare shanks (bare shanks)
you’re on your own akh and there’s bare man
and you think f~ck it, i’ll scr~p it with my bare hands
come around ere’, you see bare straps (bare straps)
i go around there, i see bare blanks (bare blanks)
what you talkin’ bout bread, i got bare stack
guys don’t want the hand tings gettin’ bare back
real bad man, man are real mad man (mad man)
and i wheel round dere’ like a real cab man
i turn a opp boy to a real sad man (sad man)
and i’m really on war like a rеal afghan
[verse 2: rm]
r6, golf r’s, both of them will do the job
i just slide up, do a mazza, thеn i’m movin’ off
put your tints down when you’re tryna come through the block
you can get intercepted by the shooter squad (g~grahh)
when you’re a real g, you ain’t gotta act it
n~ggas thought i weren’t oj til’ i slapped it
p~ssy try violate man and got his back hit
should’ve thought twice about f~ckin’ with this gang ting
don’t try and come around ere’ with your chest out (true)
seen a mans intestine get cheffed out
man talk crud but they rah’ just a let down
clips half full and it still holds 10 rounds
if i see opps on my block, i’ma’ spray that
one shot from the .44 make you breakdance
fear no man, i’ll stick it on your main man (true)
i did four slide outs with the same strap
[verse 3: ard adz]
i hit a mans crib and he’s stuttering
hit a show with this big wap or the cutter in (got the cutter in)
then i hit a l!ck, bring my brothers in (alla dem’)
shanks out and he got the juice like my brother grinch
tell me what you want, what you tellin’ me?
ever see a man deep~fried like tennessee
catch a man waved off the hennessey
strap slap well, it was made in the 70’s (old school)
[verse 4: rm]
spin hold 6 so i burst 4
german luger, it came from the first war (bow, bow)
dargs on obo tryna serve raw
put my shank in then i twist so it hurts more (twist)
big moves so i tell my akh’s come through
straight gun shots, where you goin’ with your kung fu
you ain’t a roadman, you’re a good yute
kick the front door, tell my yg’s to run through (run tru’)
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