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omelly - guns down كلمات الأغنية

[produced by zeidman beats]
zeidman beats, another banger for the streets

[verse 1]
every other day, n-ggas gettin’ murdered
won’t catch me lackin’ in the field without my burner
whippin’ with this tre-pound, glock work
i brought my big sh-t, sk stockworth
muzzle on the top of this b-tch, them slaus-whistle
ain’t none of these n-ggas f-ckin’ with me, which i ain’t listenin’
i’mma hold it down, rather, rap on the streets sh-t
do it for the real n-ggas, i’ve been through some deep sh-t
i’m on my last sack, i think i got it from bundles
i don’t play in traffic with the cops on my bumper
i’m not pullin’ over, that’s just me from the jump
i cut the half a brick soft, and i pray that it jump
and all my n-ggas ’bout it, you can say what you want
this life sh-t, a gamble, you can play if you want
and i don’t call it beef ’till your face to this pump
knock out your t–th, you can’t eat for a month

[hook]
it’s hard to tell these youngins put the guns down
when every other night you hear them gun sounds
you hear them gun sounds
i ain’t ever lackin’, got my strap right now
it’s hard to tell these youngins put the guns down
when every other night you hear them gun sounds
you hear them gun sounds
i ain’t ever lackin’, got my strap right now

[verse 2]
i got my strap in my holster, you know i’m born ready
i do that drum and that glock, you know i’m comin’ heavy
i put that beam on your top, that’s head shots
yeah they call me twin lama, straight hitta, that’s how i rock
i’m still up in the kitchen whippin’ the counter-clock
i’ll have my share with them b-tches, n-gga i’m chasin’ guap
black promoter that player put me, i took his watch
i’m still shining off that f-ck n-gga, thanks a lot
i ain’t with the arguing talk homie, i park sh-t
war time, i brought the whole block, n-gga i spark sh-t
i’m in the kitchen cookin’ up, sh-t i’ve been official
i’m on my smooth thug sh-t, balmain’s and pistols
look a n-gga in his eye, see the b-tch in him
p-ssy n-gga, back the heat and pop, droppin’ fish in him
i never rock my glock without the stick in it
i can’t win, i pop son, they gon’ flip on me

- omelly

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