ZOTiYAC - LUV DEM GUN SOUNDS (2018) lyrics
[ZOTiYAC - LUV DEM GUN SOUNDS 2018 lyrics]
I gotta pocket full of barrels actin' VP
Two guns, I'm three deep
Nigga flex, it's GG, so keke
And the nighttime and like we come around
And you see war fellas not go we go there
I'm a young nigga with them big talks
Like pop one I be sticked up no homo but
The opps hurt like Romo
Dog with me like a cujo t showin like
Go dolo, them 44s then payout with a makeout
And it was war my niggas
We luv dem gun sounds
Luv dem luv dem gun sounds
Luv dem gun sounds
Luv dem luv dem gun sounds
Luv dem gun sounds
Luv dem luv dem gun sounds
And it was war my niggas
We luv dem gun sounds
Luv dem luv dem gun sounds
Luv dem gun sounds
Luv dem luv dem gun sounds
Luv dem gun sounds
Luv dem luv dem gun sounds
38 in my hoodie pocket
Walking through the halls
In the stalls, I'm ballin', nickel badges
Tryna get 'em all
Make a call, this the rest of day
I ain't learn shit at all, i'm wit it all
That click clack, no chit chat
But let my pistol talk, that nigga
If he pull up, put a stack on his head
He don't pay the next then he dead
Got a dot on my thang and it's red
I put my trust in that
Ain't fuckin' wit no feds
Morbid, do da dash
This on me, we movin' fast
Po po on our ass like what
We 'pose to do with that
Heist still in the pen they ship
Him to his unit's field
But when he get out, might come hold the mil
A house up on the hills
These hoes they go head over heels
I bought my dope for real
Pick up that cup the she told me throw the
Skills, smokin' on dope, that overkill
This supersoaker peel
Niggas dippin' like salsa
You feel old and broke, fuck tryna get a deal
Poppin' pills
You the type to buy all the shit I deal
Roll it up, no you can't get a hit 'cause
You can't smoke wit us
Don't want no smoke wit us, he try me
His body get broken up
Two guns, I'm three deep
Nigga flex, it's GG, so keke
And the nighttime and like we come around
And you see war fellas not go we go there
I'm a young nigga with them big talks
Like pop one I be sticked up no homo but
The opps hurt like Romo
Dog with me like a cujo t showin like
Go dolo, them 44s then payout with a makeout
And it was war my niggas
We luv dem gun sounds
Luv dem luv dem gun sounds
Luv dem gun sounds
Luv dem luv dem gun sounds
Luv dem gun sounds
Luv dem luv dem gun sounds
And it was war my niggas
We luv dem gun sounds
Luv dem luv dem gun sounds
Luv dem gun sounds
Luv dem luv dem gun sounds
Luv dem gun sounds
Luv dem luv dem gun sounds
38 in my hoodie pocket
Walking through the halls
In the stalls, I'm ballin', nickel badges
Tryna get 'em all
Make a call, this the rest of day
I ain't learn shit at all, i'm wit it all
That click clack, no chit chat
But let my pistol talk, that nigga
If he pull up, put a stack on his head
He don't pay the next then he dead
Got a dot on my thang and it's red
I put my trust in that
Ain't fuckin' wit no feds
Morbid, do da dash
This on me, we movin' fast
Po po on our ass like what
We 'pose to do with that
Heist still in the pen they ship
Him to his unit's field
But when he get out, might come hold the mil
A house up on the hills
These hoes they go head over heels
I bought my dope for real
Pick up that cup the she told me throw the
Skills, smokin' on dope, that overkill
This supersoaker peel
Niggas dippin' like salsa
You feel old and broke, fuck tryna get a deal
Poppin' pills
You the type to buy all the shit I deal
Roll it up, no you can't get a hit 'cause
You can't smoke wit us
Don't want no smoke wit us, he try me
His body get broken up