Lyrics Gun Walk - Sha Hef

Gun Walk

Told these niggas I was on that bullshit
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You know we talk that gun talk, that gun talk
The hammer on me so I do that gun walk
Post up in the function like I’m Tim Duncan
Bitch I’m still bunkin, I’m slumped, sunk in the seat
Don’t miss a beat, you know we playing for keeps
'Round here you gotta kill what you eat
But doggy keep it discreet
I’ll kill any nigga breathing, just give me a reason
Lord is there Heaven for a heathen cause soon I’ll be leaving
These niggas change up like the seasons, we calling it treason
Nightlights, Stevie world, we still do it for Steven
Told these pussy rap niggas we nothing alike
They call me Hunnit Round Hef, but it’s nothing to fight
If I ain’t fuck your bitch yet she ain’t nothing I like
But the way she suck dick, I’m like fuck it I might
Ever since that Act' left I put Tech in my Sprite
That might have been the biggest L I done took in my life
I just popped like two bars, and it fucked up my night
Sipping and we geeking, so you know that we busting on sight
I get dumb high but I’m a low life
My uncle 55, he been slanging his whole life
I’m only 27, been banging my whole life
Most niggas turn snitches, been singing they whole life
Told these niggas I was on that bullshit
Mac-11, loaded with the full clip
You know we talk that gun talk, that gun talk
The hammer on me so I do that gun walk
That gun walk, do that gun walk, that gun walk
Do that gun walk, that gun walk
You know we do that gun talk, that gun talk
The hammer on me do I do that gun walk
Niggas do that gun walk, forty make me gun walk
I’mma let that gun spark when niggas do that gun talk
Niggas do that gun talk, desert make me gun walk
I’mma let that gun spark when niggas do that gun talk
See a pussy nigga, let the hammer go on his cameltoe
Get to running like a antelope, if you ill nigga, got the antidote
You a faggot and your mans a hoe
Pat niggas down, they don’t really wanna smoke
All these niggas know who tote, got dope weed and cheap coke
Turn a block into a ski slope, see a fiend and be like whatchu need folk
Niggas get to greedy talking, wash 'em up good, they ain’t really need soap
Fuck a runner running up, dead nigga who you think you running up
Used to serve baking soda to the junkies back when I was coming up
Momma told me go and get a job, and I did but it wasn’t enough
Had to go and get it all plus, now my niggas all living all plush
All these lil bitches all lust, you the small fry getting small bucks
Niggas they was getting slow bucks, now I’m here, niggas getting no bucks
All hustle and no luck, so a nigga gave no fucks
Voices telling me to go nuts, say it’s your turn, I’m like sure enough
Young nigga, I done glo’d up, y’all niggas gon' hoe up
My shit gon' go up, and y’all niggas gon' fold up
Told these niggas I was on that bullshit
Mac-11, loaded with the full clip
You know we talk that gun talk, that gun talk
The hammer on me so I do that gun walk
That gun walk, do that gun walk, that gun walk
Do that gun walk, that gun walk