Gun Talk Video (MV)

Yeah (Yeah yo)
JD (Mhm)
I see you homie (Yeah)
It's Kreim
Ready? Go

Blood on my hands
I'm tryna scrub em clean
From killing all the attitudes
Of niggas that been doubting me
Intrusive thoughts
I guess they cut the key
Cause I ain't let em in
Like the bitches tryna get close to me
Keep the cuffs, just need the company
Cause I gotta be free
Like when my dreads blowing in foreign breeze
I just been blowing tree
And watch my green turn to blue
Like I been handling some molding cheese
Been a while since I flown overseas
Might just cop another ticket
Like police in black communities
We need community
Communications fading lately
Think I know just what it is
I AIN'T FUCKING WITH YOU NIGGAS
Talk tough, pulling triggers
Ain't no point if ain't no aim with it
Ain't the smartest I'll admit
But it don't take a f*cking genius to see this shit
It's really brainless

We on point and they so aimless
I don't know how to explain it
Took our style like we gave it to em
They took our style like we gave it to em, yeah
Can keep that ain't no exchanges
We just on a higher plane
It's foreign to em we so native and uh
We ain't playing with em

Deliver lines like trains, no metro
These bullets make you dance
Like you listening to techno
So take notes and totes
Of marijuana smoke
And try to pay attention
Listen in cause we outspoken
While you out choking
I got shawty soaking in the sheets
Due to the clit a nigga was provoking
I'm hoping to find a biddy
That could lift us up
With titties and a bigger butt
To f*ck us 'fore we sober up
I get stuck like neurons
To the few wrongs
I tried to do right
But I took too long
So I cut my circle to isosceles, geometry
And now we getting dough like dominoes
Cause we under cheese
Give you 3rd degrees
Our rap burn
Money long, straight, lengthy
Like it got a perm
Hit the liq and swerve
If they hating I just flip bird
'Bout the money that's what we prefer

We on point and they so aimless
Ain't no ways to explain it
Took our style like we gave it to em
Like we gave it to em
I think they going through they phases
But it still don't really phase us
It's amazing that we only begun
I got sumn for em

Picking apart my heart
I'm seeing that a nigga savage
Taken by thoughts about my salad
Lettuce and the cabbage
Eating so good
You would've thought a nigga never fasted
Flying first class up in the cabin
Flyer when I landed
I had to thank the man that
Created me and all these other things
That he commanded
Take it in before I vanish
I'm wrecking shit
You gotta take the damage
Astonishing the seeds I planted
Bigger than the planets I ain't plan it
But f*ck it, if I'm fathering
I'll probably buy an orphanage
And son these little niggas
The face of real
Is looking real familiar
I'm rigorously leaving em in rigor
The bars the triggers
Turned me to a killer
The bars the triggers
Turned me to a killer
Young, dread-head, New Haven nigga