Issue No 107 Gun Range Lyrics
Gun Range by Issue No. 107
Burning stacks like a pyro
I know a nigga that will whip that shit with his eyes closed
Banging that old hydro
You ain't shit till you're late with a killer from Chicago
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know
They want us to end so they telling fat bitches hit the high note
But little did they know we all slept with that bitch
Bring her to the crib and we trapping that bitch
Arm, leg, leg armed, head, I gotta vent data till you are dead
I won't stop squeezing till it's all red
Voices in my head screaming 'Simon said'
Hoodie on like Trayvon, I popped up on these niggas like state farm
You better stay calm, I'm a lyrical terrorist
Every time I try to F bomb you know it
Nigga, you know it, nigga, you know it, nigga, you know it
Hoes fuck me, nigga hate me
Got a 12 gage and it's off safety
Why God, it's only minutes to blame
I gotta test my aim, I'm at the gun range like blah
I'm at the gun range, like blah
I'm at the gun range, like blah
I'm at the gun range, like blah
I don't battle nigga, I don't want niggas ' you selling wolf tickets
If you selling out, then who buying from you?
I'm right here so who hide it from you?
Two Glock 9's with the lemon squeeze, nigga, please
I done probably had your bitch begging on her knees
For this dope deal but I said, 'no, bitch'
'Bout as entertaining as a fucking toe itch
I want a bitch with an ass on the back, more body than a four door Cadillac
I don't smoke for the sack but I sip 'fore they gag
Not known to start shit but I'm known to react
That's real shit for a real nigga here, I'm the nigga they fear, I can feel it in the air
It's a catch 22 when you fucking with a snitch
Had a new 22 and a new 4-50, you know it
Nigga, you know it, nigga, you know it, nigga, you know it
Hoes fuck me, nigga hate me
Got a 12 gage and it's off safety
Why God, it's only minutes to blame
I gotta test my aim, I'm at the gun range like blah
I'm at the gun range, like blah
I'm at the gun range, like blah
I'm at the gun range, like blah
I know a nigga that will whip that shit with his eyes closed
Banging that old hydro
You ain't shit till you're late with a killer from Chicago
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know
They want us to end so they telling fat bitches hit the high note
But little did they know we all slept with that bitch
Bring her to the crib and we trapping that bitch
Arm, leg, leg armed, head, I gotta vent data till you are dead
I won't stop squeezing till it's all red
Voices in my head screaming 'Simon said'
Hoodie on like Trayvon, I popped up on these niggas like state farm
You better stay calm, I'm a lyrical terrorist
Every time I try to F bomb you know it
Nigga, you know it, nigga, you know it, nigga, you know it
Hoes fuck me, nigga hate me
Got a 12 gage and it's off safety
Why God, it's only minutes to blame
I gotta test my aim, I'm at the gun range like blah
I'm at the gun range, like blah
I'm at the gun range, like blah
I'm at the gun range, like blah
I don't battle nigga, I don't want niggas ' you selling wolf tickets
If you selling out, then who buying from you?
I'm right here so who hide it from you?
Two Glock 9's with the lemon squeeze, nigga, please
I done probably had your bitch begging on her knees
For this dope deal but I said, 'no, bitch'
'Bout as entertaining as a fucking toe itch
I want a bitch with an ass on the back, more body than a four door Cadillac
I don't smoke for the sack but I sip 'fore they gag
Not known to start shit but I'm known to react
That's real shit for a real nigga here, I'm the nigga they fear, I can feel it in the air
It's a catch 22 when you fucking with a snitch
Had a new 22 and a new 4-50, you know it
Nigga, you know it, nigga, you know it, nigga, you know it
Hoes fuck me, nigga hate me
Got a 12 gage and it's off safety
Why God, it's only minutes to blame
I gotta test my aim, I'm at the gun range like blah
I'm at the gun range, like blah
I'm at the gun range, like blah
I'm at the gun range, like blah