B.B. Gun (Album Version|Explicit)

B.B. Gun - Young Gunz
Yea young gunnaz state state state prop chain gang
Yea chad west on the track
Sigel neef buck peedi crack o and sparks freeweezy
Yea state prop boys back in town
Backblock boys pop boys back you down
I ask is it me or is it really them
Yea I'm young but y'all ain't never gonna big willy hum
North philly hum keep a big milli hum
Them ain't never been soft naw dawg
Y'all really them n**gaz that be mouthin' off
Never really got in sh*t
Actin' like you shot the sh*t
But hesitate to pop it off
When it's on y'all be gone
C grip the pistol drawn
Hittin' till' them n**gaz gone
Word till' ma n**gaz gone
This ain't just a song this is real sh*t we live
N**gaz will get ya kids hurry n**gaz switch your homes
Don't forget ya pistol home what the f**k you buy it for
To catch a f**kin' body or to show up for them b**ches
Actin' all big and buff
N**gaz ain't really tough
Humble but he might just be the first to call you n**gaz bluff
Have you n**gaz sh*ttin' puss
Bleedin' through the ass
C'll seize a n**ga fast
Hit you b**ches up
We want we want the kid that shot that bb gun
Oh yea n**gaz wanna get on I got some n**gaz in my click
That'll make your motherf**kin jaws tight
We want we want the kid that shot that bb gun
Oh what n**gaz want to get on thats right I got some n**gaz in click
That'll hit yall motherf**kas all night
Bang bang here we go
Naw this ain't radio
Load up ya gun music
Don't pull it if you ain't gonna use it
Don't tempt me n**ga I'm gonna shoot it
Trust n**ga you gonna come up missin' about mine
30 shot mp5 spit out nines
All hollows in ya gut
So you holla when it cuts
Let off a dime then I calm
20 shots'll follow up
You'll be sparkin' like a dutch
Keep the sh*t up on a hush
Out on bail fresh outta jail
Two cases I got to fight n**ga
They sent me down try to right n**gaz
They want me up north stressin' with them white n**gaz
Gettin' husky f**k it let 12 judge me
Got to keep it on me daily
If you got some beef you smell me
Listen what you n**gaz tell me come out naked
So I can be in the dot pumpin' I'll wet it
But I'ma be both these f**kas give me a second
We want we want the kid that shot that bb gun
Oh yea n**gaz wanna get on I got some n**gaz in my click
That'll make your motherf**kin jaws tight
We want we want the kid that shot that bb gun
Oh what n**gaz want to get on thats right I got some n**gaz in click
That'll hit yall motherf**kas all night
Sig want sig want you b**ch n**gaz still pumpin you guns
Like pump pellets won't puncture your lungs
Get your toes tagged who wanna slow drag
Dance with the devil who wanna play freeze tag with the metal
And you it tag its like a virus my whole crew sick
I'm the truth in the booth with my all blue kicks
But tell me why you mad dude like big o skits mitts
Yea they call me that throwback kid
Cause that colt four fifth give ya holes and sh*t
And you know I keep my ruger near
My back pocket keep the two shot there
Line up who wanna see if tupac dead
You'll knocked out ya tube socks yea
Get your wing tell me thing tupac said
Until the stop you n**gaz not pac
You not my state prop mothef**ka and
We want we want the kid that shot that bb gun
Oh yea n**gaz wanna get on I got some n**gaz in my click
That'll make your motherf**kin jaws tight
We want we want the kid that shot that bb gun
Oh what n**gaz want to get on thats right I got some n**gaz in click
That'll hit yall motherf**kas all night
We want we want
That boy in the porsche with the top
Oschino long like joker clip all hanging out
Money over b**ches what this sp gang about
Bought it like brotha man gas like son of sam
One through your face leave your stretched like a rubber band
You wouldn't understand you don't want it fam
The mc with the hammer have yall n**gaz do the running man
Born in the ghetto straight form the projects
Game like lebron james but no nike contract
Pitbull red nose 600 all gold marshland all froze
Low top red holes red shoe strings no socks on
Mr matinee be moving that popcorn
Yall n**gaz should stop drawing your oil paintings stink
While we in the kitchen cookin oils till they stink
We want we want the kid that shot that bb gun
Oh yea n**gaz wanna get on I got some n**gaz in my click
That'll make your motherf**kin jaws tight
We want we want the kid that shot that bb gun
Oh what n**gaz want to get on thats right I got some n**gaz in click
That'll hit yall motherf**kas all night
Chitty bang bang all I see in the ghetto is thangs bang
B**ches getting drunk and wetted and settle for gang bang
B**ch n**gaz live for what they copy and never
Is it just me or do you agree things change
Yea young gunnas chris and neef
It's our summer o and sparks
Peedi crakk freeweezy b sig
Holla at ya boys yea we doing big things n**ga
State prop clothing cartoons movies yall n**gaz know
F**k yall wanna do
Young gunnas n**ga chris and neef
Get it right n**ga
We want we want the kid that shot that bb gun