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letra de gun barz - cassidy

[intro: c-ssidy]
ayo tay roc!
i’m glad to see you came up here to see me, my n-gga
for one we need to get in the booth, but […]
i know it’s crazy in b-more where you from
just like it’s crazy in philly where i’m from
matter of fact that sh-t remind me of philly
little alleyways, n-ggas’ ratties goin’ off, drugs gettin’ sold
you know you gotta be strapped when you run around out here
i got my n-gga ’bout to come through
we got them sh-ts for the low, you already know!

[chorus: c-ssidy]
i got a lot of guns but i just bought another one
i got a lot of guns but i just bought another one
them things not a game but i always had fun wit ’em
i got a lot of guns but i just bought another one
i bought another one and then i bought another one
i bought another one and then i bought another one
ever since i bought my first one i fell in love wit ’em
i got a lot of guns but i just bought another one

[verse 1: tay roc]
i’ve been had a mac but i just got another gun
it look like a hockey stick wit a hunnit drum
you know where a brother from, act f-ckin’ dumb
drum hangin’ out of the 9 shape of a honeybun
i hit your pops wit a bullet then give your mother one
troublesome, you wouldn’t check roc playin’ one on one
think he a g, i’m in his crib b&e
swiss blade cut your lights off: bg&e
talkin’ stupid on the net get you murked fast
desi on me, the last thing that he heard blast
run up on your nerd -ss in a purge mask
clean the desert eagle off: that’s a bird bath
dark whip, all you see is the dark tint
arm spit, hit your dog, i ain’t leavin’ no paw prints
aw sh-t, you know roc wit all of the nonsense
i got hammers and my pencil deadly, i’m john wick—b-tch!

[verse 2: c-ssidy]
my n-ggas upstate sick of cells
wait, they ain’t got sickle cell
but you’d be sick as h-ll you had to sit in jail
chicks say you shouldn’t kiss and tell
but a man shouldn’t keep it a secret if he kissin’ males
you just get a sh-ll, gat big as h-ll
if i spit a sh-ll, that sh-t’ll get red on a richter scale
i love how the smoke comin’ from the pistol smell
shots poppin’ like that p-ssy your sister sell
now your luck is gone
when i see you, your face what i’ma put my knuckles on
’cause you’re f-ckin’ drawn
i wish you was never f-ckin’ born
or your mom woulda did you like brenda—remember?
before them slugs pop
i start jabbin’ and you’ll start dabbin’ tryna make the blood stop
while you was on the ‘gram i was on a drug block
posted up wit n-ggas that only take mug shots

[verse 3: tay roc]
it’s the kid from url, i’m known to smack people
i serve ’em that diesel, sh-t for that smack needle
they tell me, “roc don’t leave us, the trap need you!”
i traded my junkie crack, the whip is black beetle
the mac tucked, i’m bad luck
if i gotta hit c-ss up, you’re paralyzed fillin’ sh-tbags up
or holmes end up in a funeral home bagged up
your rap suck, p-ssy, when you see us don’t dap us

[verse 4: c-ssidy]
i got so many guns i ain’t get to use ’em all
i need a u-haul to move ’em all
i shoot at y’all, y’all won’t be able to move at all
i use my paws, y’all won’t be able to chew at all
if you involved, the sawed-off will remove your skull
from the rest of your body parts when the shotty spark
i’m the type that’d try to take somebody heart
out they chest wit my bare hands, i don’t care man!

- cassidy

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