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letra de gun metal (remix) - trigue

verse 1
he was running, he was ducking, he was diving, he was huffing/
he was breathing kind of hard, he kept it pushing they were coming/
on his tail with the thunder – what the footsteps sound like/
sixteen and under – just some “young n-ggas” pac life/
him against the world, ducked into the alley/
saw it on the ground covered in trash from rally’s/
rusted, 9mm with the serial scratched/
and the barrel was packed up with mustard/
it talked, “n-gga, come and pick me up/
i’ll give you all type of love if you fix me up”/
kid grabbed it, the crew in pursuit was near/
they beat his -ss everyday going back for years/
god d-mn, gun said, “point me, boy/
i’m a dangerous motherf-cker, never been a toy/
look, they see me and they running for room/
them little b-st-rds is scattering and ain’t even have to go boom”/

hook
boom x 8/
hidden in the corner, it was black on black/
in the army jacket lining, it was black on black, it went/

verse 2
tucked it in his waistband after the crew ran/
stood a little taller like his shoes had lifts/
hid it in his closet by the scuffed up kicks/
tried to keep it quiet but the gun still whispered/
talkin’ bout, “come on now, polish me up boy, wipe me down/
stop by target cop a couple rounds, and i’ll show you how to really bring the party down”/
boy listened and listened close/
copped a couple clips and loaded the toast/
wasn’t sure ‘bout the road, but he kept the stroll/
hit the bodega, walked to the back of the store/
gun said. “we ain’t buying this, we taking it, we taking it/
we walking to the register and breaking it, we breaking it/
you point me at the manager do it and do it soon/
hope he moves cause i’m itching and aching and shaking to go boom”/

hook

verse 3
he was feelin’ kind of fresh and his pocket was stretched/
he made 600 dollars in a single breath/
bought some black hi-tops and a sack of the best/
took a puff, but the pistol wasn’t ready to rest/
it was restless, anxious for something to test it/
c-cked and on edge with a hair-trigger, n-gga/
brand new laser sight to guide the chest hits/
f-ck gun range, it needed flesh to rest in/
the bullets, that is, the gun said to the kid/
“i know a spot to hit a l!ck and avoid the bid”/
kid tucked him back in the back of his jeans/
snuck out the window, crept off to the scene/
when he got there some cats jumped out of the blue/
they were the ones from before who used to chase the dude/
all had gats and the boy’s pistol knew/
he said, “meet my fam, we all loaded and ready to go boom”/

hook

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