Chief Keef, Bo Deal, Uncle Murda - Gun Clap lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef, Bo Deal, Uncle Murda - Gun Clap lyrics]
Fuck nigga wanna try me but it's not that
You gon' catch some holes in your Sox cap
We don't gum clap, we let guns clap
Bitch we don't gum clap, we let guns clap
I don't gum clap, nigga I let guns clap
Open wide
I'mma put the barrel where your gums at
Niggas better fall back
My niggas wearing all black run up
A motherfucker lucky if they crawl back
Hop out a four door
Strapped up with a four-four
Bet them hollows knock him out
His frame like a photo, yeah
I'm on Squad shit, killa' klan, the mob shit
Thirty pop off my hip if
Niggas wanna start shit you niggas rapping
We live the shit that we rap about
Fuck talking
If it's a problem ho we can clap it out
Flood a nigga quick, leave his ass sea sick
High slugs will bang bang him
On that Chief Keef shit
Fuck nigga wanna try me but it's not that
You gon' catch some holes in your Sox cap
We don't gum clap, we let guns clap
Bitch we don't gum clap, we let guns clap
Fuck nigga wanna try me but it's not that
I'm Chief Sosa, all you imitators stop that
Niggas slow as fuck
They don't know we 'bout that
You don't know us fuck boy
We shoot snap backs
Bullets beat his life like a southside
This ain't no Southside, this Lex Luger track
Where Lex Luger at? Smoke a forty pack
I'm in the club flexing
My whole crew be strapped
With a lot of weapons, niggas moving back
Got bitches staring, they like who is that?
Bitch it's GBE, we a scene to see
We make shit very scary for our enemies
Fuck nigga wanna try me but it's not that
You gon' catch some holes in your Sox cap
We don't gum clap, we let guns clap
Bitch we don't gum clap, we let guns clap
I'mma hit him in his head
Where my hammer at?
Let the forty put a hole in his Yankee hat
If his crew wanna ride, they can get it too
We know where them niggas be
We will kill 'em too
Crip, Blood, I don't care what set you rep
If you kill a snitch nigga
You'll get my respect
Hit the club thirty bottles, make a movie yo
Oh I treat a boosy broad like she a stupid ho
When they start talking tell 'em
Shut the fuck up
I don't wanna get to know you
I just wanna fuck
I don't even know her name
She let me hit nigga
Then I sent her back home to her bitch nigga
Fuck nigga wanna try me but it's not that
You gon' catch some holes in your Sox cap
We don't gum clap, we let guns clap
Bitch we don't gum clap, we let guns clap
You gon' catch some holes in your Sox cap
We don't gum clap, we let guns clap
Bitch we don't gum clap, we let guns clap
I don't gum clap, nigga I let guns clap
Open wide
I'mma put the barrel where your gums at
Niggas better fall back
My niggas wearing all black run up
A motherfucker lucky if they crawl back
Hop out a four door
Strapped up with a four-four
Bet them hollows knock him out
His frame like a photo, yeah
I'm on Squad shit, killa' klan, the mob shit
Thirty pop off my hip if
Niggas wanna start shit you niggas rapping
We live the shit that we rap about
Fuck talking
If it's a problem ho we can clap it out
Flood a nigga quick, leave his ass sea sick
High slugs will bang bang him
On that Chief Keef shit
Fuck nigga wanna try me but it's not that
You gon' catch some holes in your Sox cap
We don't gum clap, we let guns clap
Bitch we don't gum clap, we let guns clap
Fuck nigga wanna try me but it's not that
I'm Chief Sosa, all you imitators stop that
Niggas slow as fuck
They don't know we 'bout that
You don't know us fuck boy
We shoot snap backs
Bullets beat his life like a southside
This ain't no Southside, this Lex Luger track
Where Lex Luger at? Smoke a forty pack
I'm in the club flexing
My whole crew be strapped
With a lot of weapons, niggas moving back
Got bitches staring, they like who is that?
Bitch it's GBE, we a scene to see
We make shit very scary for our enemies
Fuck nigga wanna try me but it's not that
You gon' catch some holes in your Sox cap
We don't gum clap, we let guns clap
Bitch we don't gum clap, we let guns clap
I'mma hit him in his head
Where my hammer at?
Let the forty put a hole in his Yankee hat
If his crew wanna ride, they can get it too
We know where them niggas be
We will kill 'em too
Crip, Blood, I don't care what set you rep
If you kill a snitch nigga
You'll get my respect
Hit the club thirty bottles, make a movie yo
Oh I treat a boosy broad like she a stupid ho
When they start talking tell 'em
Shut the fuck up
I don't wanna get to know you
I just wanna fuck
I don't even know her name
She let me hit nigga
Then I sent her back home to her bitch nigga
Fuck nigga wanna try me but it's not that
You gon' catch some holes in your Sox cap
We don't gum clap, we let guns clap
Bitch we don't gum clap, we let guns clap