Tom MacDonald, Stevie Ross, Brevner - Gun Talk lyrics

Yeah uh, really really though, Mr mac
Really hoe y'know, it's like they think that
I'm just some brokenhearted rapper
I tried to tell 'em
That I ain't ever been on some shit
Man, I been on one since you been on two
Ya dig?

Don't make the gun talk
Y'all don't wanna hear what it's saying
Bust off like ten shots
Call that a conversation
Don't make the gun talk
Y'all don't wanna hear it saying nothing
Brains everywhere
It go in one ear and out the other
Don't make the gun talk
Y'all don't wanna hear what it's saying
Bust off like ten shots
Call that a conversation
Don't make the gun talk


Y'all don't wanna hear it saying nothing
Brains everywhere
It go in one ear and out the other
It go in one ear and out the other
It go in one ear and out the other
It go in one ear and out the other
Milf on your gravestone cause you
Deader than a motherfucker bitch

They used to laugh when I
Would tell them my profession
Now all the bottles are gettin'
Passed in my direction
I got a lot of shit in store for them
I'll give them a selection
And they'll probably love it all so
Much they'll start up a collection
I'm fuckin' 'round with married hoes
Fake friends, I'll bury those
Priority in order of getting more
Pussy is very low
I'm working so hard, they selling it hard
I'm breakin' they hearts
They breakin' in cars
I'm doing it differently than all of my peers
They all rappin' and this I do
It's called art
And they know that uh, I'm in my zone now, uh
Don't make me call your bluff
I got another phone now
I left my last one in Greece
On a beach with a bitch that my
Closest friends will probably never meet
That's on some other side of the shit
Some fall in love with a girl shit
Some make it home and have no house
Or cash end of the world shit
But it made me strong and I made it
Couple dopeboys at my table
Couple bad hoes on my phone
Couple compliments on my bracelet
They call me Mr fucking Mac
I never asked them to
I barely even said hello
The last time we passin' through
I hardly even ever show up
At all my lunch dates
My whole life is Friday nights and Sundays
I don't give a fuck

I used to give a fuck, now I give a fuck less
Being empathetic's overrated
Nothing but stress bitch, I'm on a roll
You rollin' through a rough stretch
I can feel you backstabbers hatin' cause
You thought I'd never make it, fair enough
Cause I'm on something different
Listen it's a pity that the
Blind don't share my vision
You are one of many, I am one in a billion
So you can keep your
Dream small little lemming
I don't give a fuck

They used to think I was
A wigger with a dream
Now I'm the hottest motherfucker
On the scene, your favorite rapper know it
My mom and dad have told me since I was kid
There wasn't anyone who rolled they way
I did and it's fucking true
Girls fall in love with you
And your friends lie but you see the truth
And your friends die but you make it through
Don't ask why you made it through
It ain't heartless, it's business
You know there's targets and triggers
You know there's victims and killers
Don't be a witness hoe
And I know why they cannot fuck with me
They April Fools, they too weak for teen days
And they believe that they die for the truth
But they lie to stay alive and
All the lies are the proof
Imma keep fuckin' that bitch and all
Her friends if they are pretty
If her boyfriend gettin' mad tell him
He can come and get me
Imma keep fuckin' that bitch as long as
She drives me 'round the city
A cat has never got my tongue
Cause I am never eatin' pussy

So Imma keep drivin' that whip with
No license in the city
And if they don't like that shit they
Gon' have to come and get me
So Imma keep drivin' that whip with
No license in the city
And if they don't like that shit they
Gon' have to come and get me
They fantasy 'bout it
Don't write or record it
They talk about lives that
They don't really live, live
But all my friends about that life
So much they should be dead
Yeah, objects in mirror may be
Closer than they appear
It might be your family
It might be your friends
It might be your foe, it might be your peer
It's awful
Sweat so hard to see all you people
Turnin' back when you down, down, down
Lord I need you now
Save me from the evil that surrounds me
You wouldn't know what to think if I
Told you all these things I did
Probably mess my image up
You know this business is tough
We barely out of school
Sellin' zips outside the pool
Used to steal my moms Intrepid
And had no way of knowin' what to do
What the business is
Yeah, the thing about it is
What life you never lived
Yeah, the thing about it is
What life you never lived
Life you never lived
So Imma keep drivin' that whip with
No license in the city
And they don't like that shit they gon'
Have to come and get me
So keep drivin' that whip with
No license in the city
And if they don't like that shit they
Gon' have to come and get me yeah