Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gun Shot, artist - Jarren Benton. Album song The Mink Coat Killa LP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gun Shot |
Maybe i should have killed 4- 5 hundred people, then i would have felt better |
Then i would have felt like i really offered the society something |
You know, if i wanted to kill somebody |
I’d take this book and beat you to death with it, and i wouldn’t feel a thing |
It would be just like walking to the drugstore |
Yeah, burna by my side i’m Huey Newton in a wicked chair |
Wrist frostbit, everywhere i go the bitch is there |
Ice cold Benton Ligaments inside the fridge again |
Told my mama «Fuck School, 'ima be a billionare» |
My heart a ice box fur on my back, that’s white fox |
Niggas hit the block, put crack inside they white socks |
The shit that niggas do to get a buck or two, let a couple loose now they |
pourin' out a couple brews |
Dearly departed, i’m killing these artists |
I don’t give a fuck about a plaque, they gon' feel me regardless |
I need´that dumbbread, i’m so sick i might cut off a fucking nun’s head |
I’m the future, bitch i have never had my palms red |
I might throw gold at the bottom of my teeth |
I’m a problem for you geeks |
Never modest, i’m a beast |
Parallel to hell, blauw niggas catch a pair of shells |
Swing the iron at you niggas diddy with the kettlebell |
[Hook |
One shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot |
Am i dead yet? |
One time more |
One shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot |
Leave it dead on the floor |
One shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot |
Am i dead yet |
One time more |
One shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot |
Leave it dead on the floor |
Drugs, liqour, guns, drugs, liqour, guns |
Pull a razor out my gums liqour on my tongue |
I sniff gunpowder and i eat metal bullets |
Stomp you to death infront of the pigs and sell the footage |
Real savage with a still ratchet |
Fuck you in the ass with a gun, make you a real faggot |
Let’s get these pills crackin', let’s make these mils' matchin' |
Houses and cars under the stars cause we been slackin' |
I’m so relaxed knowing how to soak a match |
You want me on your tracks then i’m gonna overtax |
Snap a fast cause' i use a packets crack |
I ain’t got no mercy no mo' cause they ain’t got my back |
Pussy, i’m Drizzy on back to back, Nas on Ether or Biggie on Life after Death |
I call on my goons like «Who we slapping next?» |
I have em' blowing in the metal, and no it ain’t the clarinet |
[Hook |
One shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot |
Am i dead yet? |
One time more |
One shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot |
Leave it dead on the floor |
One shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot |
Am i dead yet |
One time more |
One shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot |
Leave it dead on the floor |
Heater by my side, i can feel the cold |
Open up the oven, got a sheet of dough |
Tell you keep it blunt |
If you see the dough, run you mouth until it’s time stand to see it, though |
Tell you never grow, bitch i see the dough |
Humble but i rumble like Muhammed Ali in the jungle, with these demons with |
George Foreman |
I’m George Foreman when the Mike titans like Mike Tyson |
Tell my sugar ray is gonna pinch right through the darkness, this is life, |
fight it |
Think outside the box, pack it up like you got lots of it |
Fell in love with thots expose like they got cardigans |
I was getting carted, hopping trains cause' i have to measure |
Drive got me a car, for insurance i got half a Gecko |
Racketball been back and forth with paddles on and adderals |
Focus on this boat |
Cause' there is big fish in the ocean that came from little ponds |
Said i feel it never happened, lord it’s |
[Hook |
One shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot |
Am i dead yet? |
One time more |
One shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot |
Leave it dead on the floor |
One shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot |
Am i dead yet |
One time more |
One shot, gun shot, three shot, four shot |
Leave it dead on the floor |