Gunfire (feat. Flyy The Bird) Video (MV)

(3rd Lan3)
I gotta mil now I'm chillin' with Drizzy
I got an M that I split with my twizzy
He tryna spit game yeah that boy gettin' rizzy
Bitches bare naked, I'm callin' them grizzlies
Hop out the lamb just to hop in a Bentley
You don't wanna know what your bitch has been sending
That hoe snapped me first now stayin' on pending
They hittin' my phone every time I go trending
I'm breakin' her back to the beat of the bass
If I hit your head I ain't leavin' a trace
Buyin' new coupes now I'm whippin' the Wraith
We all want a mil but I'm winnin' the race
Drop a new song and the bitches, they chase
They think they so hard but they just a disgrace
They talk all that tough but they (shh) to my face
Can't f*ck with these pussies cause all of em fake
Poppin' the bottles, bitch I've been chillin'
You'd think I'm a dentist the way I've been drillin'
Yeah I keep a glock and I've always been killin'
You don't wanna see all the opps I've been fillin'
Bought out a bitch you could call me a buyer
That bitch always sad I could call her a crier
You thought she was wet, she ain't ever been drier
Don't f*ck with my guns, they've be spittin' fire
(Oh, spittin' fire, they been spittin' fire)
(Yeah, my guns been spittin' fire)
(Gunfire, yeah)
(Oh, yeah)

It's fire
Tryna get rich no Roddy
I'm in the fields, you doin' narcotics
I told my momma that we gon be straight
And that we gon be fine, cause I'll be somebody
Stay in my lane, gotta chip on my shoulder
(Wait)
I got em waitin' like everyday
This a Phantom I got, this is not a Wraith
I've got too many M's that I'm tryna make
Lamb truck, girl to push start, no keys
Red light, no we ain't stoppin on freeze
Lower your tone, for we make a scene
I got sticks in the back you know what it mean
Lamb truck, girl to push start, no keys
Flashlight, cameras, poppin' out, freeze
Get to the money, I get to the green
Ima get to the top it don't matter the reason

When I'm at the top I'll be whippin' Mercedes
I wanna know why all you bitches say hating
You dissed me like once and you think it's amazing
But please tell me why all your numbers are tanking
That boy said he rich we know that he faking
He pulled out a strap but that shit just don't phase me
When he said she loyal, I think he was praying
Cause that boy would die if he heard what she saying
You think that your tough, til you up in a headlock
Bro had regrets when I blow off his dreadlocks
I've been in that field like I play for the Red Sox
She takin' some flicks and you know that she send lots
That pussy get clipped when he open his mailbox
Now she tryna chat, don't got time for the small talk
Cause if I ain't clappin' that bitch, that's the wrong talk
Get used to the Lan3 cause yeah I'll never fall off