Jazz Cartier - GUNS AND ROSES Lyrics

Yeah
Let's kill 'em Krinny
Let's kill 'em Krinny
Let's get it
(L-let's go)
X, all the money, yeah

Opp shit (opp shit) pop shit (pop shit)
They brought guns, I brought roses to the mosh pit (to the mosh pit)
I don't f*ck with Britney she too toxic (she too toxic)
I was off that Whitney, no conscience (no, no)
Opp shit (opp shit) pop shit (pop, pop)
They brought guns, I brought roses to the mosh pit (to the mosh pit)
I don't f*ck with Britney she too toxic (she too toxic)
I was off that Whitney, no conscience (no, no, no)

I can't be touched, yeah
Ring ring, I can't be touched
Sipping lean off BBW's
Might need me some repercussions
Them niggas got too comfy
Too many niggas be bluffing (bluff)
Now they want to say we cousins (yeah)
Count my green in bundles (yeah)
Sipping on two White Russians (aye)
Hugging the block, loving the life ('Cuzz')
Money and drugs, she want a wonderful night (yeah)
R-R-Ring ring, don't waste my time
Ring ring, like all the time
On God, finna lose my mind (oh yeah)
Tell that bitch, "Don't waste my time"
Said she born up in '96 and all she wanna do is 69

Opp shit (opp shit) pop shit (pop shit)
They brought guns, I brought roses to the mosh pit (to the mosh pit)
I don't f*ck with Britney she too toxic (she too toxic)
I was off that Whitney, no conscience (no, no)
Opp shit (opp shit) pop shit (pop, pop)
They brought guns, I brought roses to the mosh pit (to the mosh pit)
I don't f*ck with Britney she too toxic (she too toxic)
I was off that Whitney, no conscience (no, no, no)

Yeah, run it back when you see ('Cuzzi)
Wifey bad and boujee, stacking paper up like loose leaf
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Run it back when you see (yeah)
When the club refuse me, now they want to f*ck Jacuzzi
Too much dank, I don't roll petty
I don't roll petty, I keep all my hoes pretty, yeah (yeah yeah)
Too much static, (Ooh) they don't want static (no)
They don't want static, in my Saint Laurent jacket, yeah (yeah)
Had to go, grew up dirty by the stove
Now I line them up and knock 'em down like it be dominos (yeah, yeah)
Domino (yeah, yeah) domino (yeah, yeah)
It's the effect, money feel it in me gotta know
Slim thick mixed with some Navajo (I do)
She my type like a Java code (she is)
'Cuzzi I just want the guacamole (yeah)
Common like the cold (yeah) Yeah

Opp shit (opp shit) pop shit (pop shit)
They brought guns, I brought roses to the mosh pit (to the mosh pit)
I don't f*ck with Britney she too toxic (she too toxic)
I was off that Whitney, no conscience (no, no)
Opp shit (opp shit) pop shit (pop, pop)
They brought guns, I brought roses to the mosh pit (to the mosh pit)
I don't f*ck with Britney she too toxic (she too toxic)
I was off that Whitney, no conscience (no, no, no)

Jacuzzi