Gunfire ft. Flyy The Bird Lyrics

(3rd Lan3)

I gotta mil now I'm chillin' with Drizzy

I got an M that I split with my twizzy

He tryna spit game yeah that boy gettin' rizzy

Bitches bare naked, I'm callin' them grizzlies

Hop out the lamb just to hop in a Bentley

You don't wanna know what your bitch has been sending

That hoe snapped me first now stayin' on pending

They hittin' my phone every time I go trending

I'm breakin' her back to the beat of the bass

If I hit your head I ain't leavin' a trace

Buyin' new coupes now I'm whippin' the Wraith

We all want a mil but I'm winnin' the race

Drop a new song and the bitches, they chase

They think they so hard but they just a disgrace

They talk all that tough but they (shh) to my face

Can't fuck with these pussies cause all of em fake

Poppin' the bottles, bitch I've been chillin'

You'd think I'm a dentist the way I've been drillin'

Yeah I keep a glock and I've always been killin'

You don't wanna see all the opps I've been fillin'

Bought out a bitch you could call me a buyer

That bitch always sad I could call her a crier

You thought she was wet, she ain't ever been drier

Don't fuck with my guns, they've be spittin' fire

(Oh, spittin' fire, they been spittin' fire)

(Yeah, my guns been spittin' fire)

(Gunfire, yeah)

(Oh, yeah)

It's fire

Tryna get rich no Roddy

I'm in the fields, you doin' narcotics

I told my momma that we gon be straight

And that we gon be fine, cause I'll be somebody

Stay in my lane, gotta chip on my shoulder

(Wait)

I got em waitin' like everyday

This a Phantom I got, this is not a Wraith

I've got too many M's that I'm tryna make

Lamb truck, girl to push start, no keys

Red light, no we ain't stoppin on freeze

Lower your tone, for we make a scene

I got sticks in the back you know what it mean

Lamb truck, girl to push start, no keys

Flashlight, cameras, poppin' out, freeze

Get to the money, I get to the green

Ima get to the top it don't matter the reason

When I'm at the top I'll be whippin' Mercedes

I wanna know why all you bitches say hating

You dissed me like once and you think it's amazing

But please tell me why all your numbers are tanking

That boy said he rich we know that he faking

He pulled out a strap but that shit just don't phase me

When he said she loyal, I think he was praying

Cause that boy would die if he heard what she saying

You think that your tough, til you up in a headlock

Bro had regrets when I blow off his dreadlocks

I've been in that field like I play for the Red Sox

She takin' some flicks and you know that she send lots

That pussy get clipped when he open his mailbox

Now she tryna chat, don't got time for the small talk

Cause if I ain't clappin' that bitch, that's the wrong talk

Get used to the Lan3 cause yeah I'll never fall off