THE GUN (feat. MIKE FOY)

Chapter One The Gun Everything better over here, we four Low in the seat and got too high to go in It's just me and my friends, waitin' on some people to leave You know a nigga got a trick up his sleeve And they ain't catchin' me slippin Bro slow down so they get it, when you this high it's no limit I should just fly in this hoe, it's me four at the door Walked in ready to go, more niggas on the dance floor Than ever before And I'm trippin', way too sus for me pimpin Please don't cuss at these women, shut the fuck up Pour a little more in my cup Slippin' through this motherfucker like a limp dick on E I don't know you, but you know me Well we got that common My name Carmen, and these are a few of my girls they threw this party I ain't the one to judge, it's in my honor U of M scholars just graduated, top of my class ain't nothin' dumb about her Blue with these golds in my mouth Please baby would you calm down I'm just grabbin' the ground, gravity pullin' me down Casually, actually, I was just askin' if you had seen one of my pals POW! I ain't mean to shoot you baby I don't know what caused the confusion baby, delusion maybe We just here to have fun, lil' pink pill on my tongue One more shot and I'm done Look at my dogs and they going Look at my dog and he gone One more shot GUN I don't know what the fuck happened That shit happened so fast bro It was, it was four of them I think I seen this old boy, he was hollin' at an old girl And the gun, I don't know what the fuck that was on But the other three was chillin Then they got into it with a couple of niggass and Niggas just got to arguin' about nothin I don't even know what the fuck that shit happened so goddamn fast I ain't even seen no gun I ain't seen no gun, no bullet, no nothin And these niggas is crazy My niggaa its whatever over here, we four deep in the key Brass tucked low in the seats, never out of reach what's poppin Let a niggaa reach, I'm poppin' pussy Poppin' on a handstand, cop two more for this rookie I'm workin' with a monster, her name Cookie They know how to treat you in here, $20 for features in here That was Love-O spot, throw up L's for the block Fee's Peacoat and some Cole Haans Chillin' with Ray Ray and Ewan Keep blowin' and I can keep goin' but I'll just keep calm Do you know who you fuckin' with Detroit Letterman, Detroit legend Ahhh Let him in, off topic Holdin' this pistol to my head Hopin' that I won't pop it Bro stop it Both llamas, one cash cow I'm a damn farmer Never lactose (lack toast), keep that thang on ya Our shame on ya First warnin', better shoot first If ya ain't first, ya last and eat dirt Talladega Nights, niggaa my heart been racing I ain't slept for the last few nights Finger on the trigger, I'm bearin' my rights Winning, Second Amendment Please don't be vocal my nigga, they kill ya If you know too much, nigga And I never seen the gun I never seen the gun This is a ART piece performed and written by be.foy