Gun Fun (feat. Jasmine Wilde & Grip) Video (MV)

That subcompact like a pocket rocket
Compressor on the .40 so you know that bitch quiet quiet
Dip in the denim the only place Imma try to hide it
The way I burn and drop a pound you'd think I was tryna diet
The science of violence and how it escalates
My brothers say
Its better to be caught with it than without it dont ever hesitate
Cuz the moment you caught slippin could be your last one
The fame is for your first name, honor your last one
And keep your head on a swivel, cuz in the field
No matter ya motive, homies'll cap a nigga if you kneel
Its real as it gets, I know they feelin this shit
I know G's that put in work in the 80's and still in the mix
It's either in you or not
Your cloth got plenty in stock
The fabric Im cut from don't exist they discontinued the stock
All they heard was tires screeching and then continuous shots
In rapid secession, grabbin the weapon and spinnin' the block
Niggas screaming
Im gon get my gun and have fun
Im gon get my gun and have fun
Im gon get my gun and have fun
Im gon get my gun and have fun
Im gon get my gun and have fun
Im gon get my gun and have fun
Im gon get my gun and have fun
Im gon get my gun and have fun
Uh
Im tryna, make sure my peeps is straight
Need me a decent plate
Flow on my recent tapes
Boostin my feature rate
Lyrically beat the breaks
Off many emcee's he's finna compete with greats
We'll let the streets debate
F*ck tryna lease a wraith
I'll take impala, a couple dollas and Issa Rae
Was sleepin feet to face
On twin mattresses with my cousin
Oh now we buzzin
That glock tote a baker's dozen
You thought I wasn't
Packin heat like oven
Spray like mosquito repellant at niggas who be buggin
Then get to shoulder shruggin
Im not opposed to huggin
But if it comes down to him or me then you know Im bussin
Don't end up that nigga that get caught up in those discussion
How you get hit and was leanin like off the robotussin
Its so disgusting
I get a rush when I'm clutchin this glock in my hand
Now everybody with me strapped and when we hop in the van
We sayin
Im gon get my gun and have fun
Im gon get my gun and have fun
Im gon get my gun and have fun
Im gon get my gun and have fun
Im gon get my gun and have fun
Im gon get my gun and have fun
Im gon get my gun and have fun
Im gon get my gun and have fun
Now let me give you some serious game
Be it I have your attention I'll say a series of things
The pain we endure for being poor
With a limited number of doors
To enter in and ensure
That our future is secure
Is a tale in itself
And frankly you tellin yourself
To break the norm but the cog in the machine is repairing itself
Im just preparin myself
For war imma keep mines
You sleep and content with being a sheep like its peace time
You Serta, im certified, you can tell by my posture- pedic
No, I'll never remove my vertebrae to fit under your ceilin
I see them triggers squeezin, like boa constrictors inflicting pain
On mothers and families in the streets, another child slain
Its a foul game but we playin
We all just tryna a make it
To a day, where the children play without worries of being taken
By a wicked system of racist
Polices Jurors and Judges
With a disposition to judge us
Til then, we screaming f*ck em
Like
Im gon get my gun and have fun
Im gon get my gun and have fun
Im gon get my gun and have fun
Im gon get my gun and have fun
Im gon get my gun and have fun
Im gon get my gun and have fun
Im gon get my gun and have fun
Im gon get my gun and have fun
Oooooooooo, Oooooooooooo
Oooooooooo, Oooooooooooo
Im goin to get my gun
Im goin to have me some fun