Sharc, Pi’erre Bourne - Gun Parade lyrics

[Sharc, Pi’erre Bourne - Gun Parade lyrics]

Yeah, blood clean (Yo Pi'erre, yo Pi'erre)

I'm still hiding ninas away from my aunt
I had to in the Hypebeast
Huh, nut on her tramp stamp (Tramp stamp)
(yeah, yeah)
She want me to love her, I can't
Can't, can't, can't, can't (Can't)

She only smoke weed, I told
Her to branch out, yeah
(Icky, icky, icky)
In front of his trap, we camp out, yeah
(We camp out) my wrist is lit like a lamp
(Lamp) , he wanna be me but he can't
Can't, can't, can't, can't
He saw the stick and he ran
(O oh) , I do not blame him, it's big
Glicks, glicks, we got a whole lotta glicks
(A whole lotta glicks)
Young niggas glicked up, sticked up, yeah
They pick out a victim, yeah
They stick 'em and stretch 'em
Yeah, shit is like Tetris, yeah
(Shit is like Tetris)

In the trap we got blocks, yeah (yeah)
You get clapped with the Glock, yeah
(Glockesha) shorty she fine, she smilin'
Her smile shine like
Sharcy, I shop on Collin's
And I kept my noggin on me
Niggas so out of pocket, popped 'em
Heard they plotting on me
She giving me awesome noggin
You know how I splash her eyelids full
She giving me Johnny Rocket vibes
That lil' milkshake she walking
And we don't drink Frankenstein
Just purple Wock' in cups for coffee
(Wockesha) the stick like wave grease
The 45 Special gon' brush your homie (Brush)

She only smoke weed, I told
Her to branch out, yeah
In front of his trap, we camp out, yeah
My wrist is lit like a lamp
He wanna be me but he can't
Can't, can't, can't, can't
He saw the stick and he ran
I do not blame him, it's big
Glicks, glicks, we got a whole lotta glicks
Young niggas glicked up, sticked up, yeah
They pick out a victim, yeah
They stick 'em and stretch 'em
Yeah, shit is like Tetris, yeah

45 Special (Big, yeah, yeah)
I still hide chops from auntie
Still got rocks and Xannies (Facts)
My face still good in the warzone
Still shoot iPhone porno (No funny shit)
Baby got a bust down cartilage
Diamonds in her earlobe (yeah, her earlobe)
You know that she stiff like a scarecrow
You stalkin' my bitch like a weirdo
(Stalkin' my bitch like a weirdo)
Suppressor on the stick like a eggroll
Shooter on go like Diego
Leave his wig like a bagel
Pour two zips in my Faygo (yeah, yeah)
Drop that boy like his label
Chichi pick up the yayo
(Chichi get the yayo)

She only smoke weed, I told
Her to branch out, yeah
In front of his trap, we camp out, yeah
My wrist is lit like a lamp
He wanna be me but he can't
Can't, can't, can't, can't
He saw the stick and he ran
I do not blame him, it's big
Glicks, glicks, we got a whole lotta glicks
Young niggas glicked up, sticked up, yeah
They pick out a victim, yeah
They stick 'em and stretch 'em
Yeah, shit is like Tetris, yeah

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