Testi:
Guns Up All In

it, but I'd leave it Cause you dont know you. You cant afford the things you've past, the pull of time has its arm around you. Will you put it all in

I'm done My mission is to get paid (get paid) and buy what I want Communion jack of all trades (all trades) right now I'm hella drunk Been drinking, perking all day (all

about to do it Gorilla style, u heard It's a Igloo-Badboy collabo thing u know Y'all niggaz ain't ready for it Coming rambo style nigga 2 guns up Y'all

all (uhh) Ya lookin for the hook up, who ya call? The M the A the R the K the C-U double R-Y Shit crackin all night, gotta hear it all types I'm to the

off Rounds got dumped off, leaving niggas bumped off Always trying to get the hook up, leaving your girl shook up Women breaking my pager, phone line you can't look up

you and yo dogs My platoon issue wounds that don't heal up Nigga when the Mack-9 reel up you better throw your shield up We dope runners and cake runners All

to an end, I'm going out with my men Screwed Up Click, setting a trend In the Lex or the Benz, steady spending the ends Getting up with yellow bones,

please press the undo They only teach us the things that guns do Chorus They don't teach us the ABCs We play on the hard concrete All we got is life on the streets All

lips glow, [Chorus] The dusty foot philosopher Ripping up kilometers Winking at you officers da dum da dum da dum The dusty foot philosopher Sicking up the monitor Waking up