Gun Sounds Lyrics

(Mm, bow, bow, bow, bow)

(Mm, now, now, now, now)

(I want money get it now, now, now, now)

(Bow, bow, bow, bow)

(Bow, bow, bow, bow)

(Gun sounds yeah, haha)

(I love em gun sounds, gun sounds)

(Ba, ba, ba)

(Oh, oh, oh, Jayco, Jayco, Jaycooo)

Just came back from riding op blocks, extended clip inside the pole

My homies tryna tell me that it's risky, bro I know

Take my time I creep in slow

Pray to God then let it go

I'm just hoping it won't jam I up it blow it at his nose

AK, bigger then ever, Dual guns they my little berettas

Bullet proof vest, under my sweater, When I hit the block I be changing the weather

I'm with all of my bros, we always together

This choppa go ba ba ba at your head bruh

He was talking tough till we filled 'em with lead bruh

Since then he ain't said nun

5-0, 5-0, I gotta hit the gap now

Been gone for a minute I'm back now

This ain't 2k but my ratings are maxed out

I'm not at McDonalds but I'll pull the mac out

Like bow, bow, bow, bow, bow

I want money bro I'm tryna get it now, now, now, now

I really love em gun sounds, gun sounds

Since I play Cod when I'se young woah, young woah

I drop bombs like I'm Nick Young, Nick Young

Since a jit I been a slick one a slick one

Not G-A-N-G-S-T-A

But if I want to I could make you M-I-A

Real life G-T-A

They don't really want no problems when I go get the k

I flip the safety I make em get low

I pass the handgun over to my bro

I let em know if I'm letting it go

Green tip they going straight thru your soul

I'm not talking cap but my jacket is Kappa

I'm not a gangsta, I'm just a rapper

But my flow is gangsta, it took some practice

And I'm making plays like I play for the Panthers

I got the strong arm like Tom Brady

I got em songs that make em go crazy

No I'm not wrong, my music is wavy

That's why all these ladies want my baby's

I'm not a killer but I would kill for my loved ones

I keep 10 rounds in my drawer, If you want some

I don't sketch but I won't hesitate to draw that pistol

But I don't wanna have to do it cos your fam will prolly miss you

But if I shoot then I'm not gonna miss you

You'll get returned like an overdue issued book

Not in the kitchen but I'll dish you hooks

I got a recipe that'll get you shook

Don't have no tickets this blicc will get you booked

Don't have no tissues I'm sicker than a crook

Don't have no issue with hitting you in your dam throat

If you wan speak on my bros

I move like the FBI, Big brother make you cry

Lil choppa make you die, 4 homies in the ride

We hopping out now and we all have a gun in our hand

I'm popping off now, I been running this game for a minute

Leave the block in flames after spin it

Then go to the studio and then I sing it

I gotta sing about what I be living

5-0, 5-0, I gotta hit the gap now

Been gone for a minute I'm back now

This ain't 2k but my ratings are maxed out

I'm not at McDonalds but I'll pull the mac out

Like bow, bow, bow, bow, bow

I want money bro I'm tryna get it now, now, now, now

I really love em gun sounds, gun sounds

Since I play Cod when I'se young woah, young woah

I drop bombs like I'm Nick Young, Nick Young

Since a jit I been a slick one a slick one

(5-0, 5-0, I gotta hit the gap now)

(Been gone for a minute I'm back now)

(This ain't 2k but my ratings are maxed out)

(I'm not at McDonalds but I'll pull the mac out)

(Like bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)

(I want money bro I'm tryna get it now, now, now, now)