TOO MANY GUNS Lyrics

Too many guns

Too many guns

Fuck all the feds, we shooting for fun

I'm in my bag but I'm throwing up ones

How many racks do I got? I got ton

How many racks do I got? I got more

Talking that shit you gon' be on the floor

Kick that lil' bitch out the door

Walk through the block and I score

Counting my cars I got four

All she wanna do is blow

Hop in the track hawk and then Imma go

She on her knees for my dick I said no

She on her knees for my dick begging please

Put a mask on then I put on my fleece

I'm getting money, I'm getting the cheese

I'm getting money I get it a lot

Traumatized after I saw you on top

I'm really wishing that bullshit would stop

Pull up to the block and I'm shooting my opps

Pull up to the block, I ain't scared of the cops

Huh, you better try not to run

You gotta pay all the funds

Huh, I ain't done

Yeah, hop in a hellcat I just got it matte black

You gon' be dead if I'm catching you lack lack

Just got two milli and I signed a contract

I just be fucking your bitch from the back

She throw her ass back and she letting me slap

I been fucking around and I'm smoking these packs

Woah-oh-oh-oh

Too many guns

Too many guns

Fuck all the feds, we shooting for fun

I'm in my bag but I'm throwing up ones

How many racks do I got? I got ton

How many racks do I got? I got more

Talking that shit you gon' be on the floor

Kick that lil' bitch out the door

Yeah

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Woah-oh-ahh

Woah

Woah

Woah

Woah-oh-oh