Gun Clap lyrics

by

Waka Flocka Flame


[Chorus: Chief Keef]
f*ck n*gga wanna try me but it's not that
You gon' catch some holes in your Sox cap
We don't gum clap, we let guns clap
b*tch we don't gum clap, we let guns clap

[Verse 1: Bo Deal]
I don't gum clap, n*gga I let guns clap
Open wide, I'mma put the barrel where your gums at
n*ggas better fall back, my n*ggas wearing all black
Run up, a motherf*cker lucky if they crawl back
Hop out a four door, strapped up with a four-four
Bet them hollows knock him out his frame like a photo, yeah
I'm on Squad sh*t, killa' klan, the mob sh*t
Thirty pop off my hip if n*ggas wanna start sh*t
You n*ggas rapping, we live the sh*t that we rap about
f*ck talking, if it's a problem ho we can clap it out
Flood a n*gga quick, leave his ass sea sick
High slugs will bang bang him on that Chief Keef sh*t

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
f*ck n*gga wanna try me but it's not that
You gon' catch some holes in your Sox cap
We don't gum clap, we let guns clap
b*tch we don't gum clap, we let guns clap
[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
f*ck n*gga wanna try me but it's not that
I'm Chief Sosa, all you imitators stop that
n*ggas slow as f*ck, they don't know we 'bout that
You don't know us f*ck boy, we shoot snap backs
Bullets beat his life like a southside
This ain't no Southside, this Lex Luger track
Where Lex Luger at? Smoke a forty pack
I'm in the club flexing, my whole crew be strapped
With a lot of weapons, n*ggas moving back
Got b*tches staring, they like who is that?
b*tch it's GBE, we a scene to see
We make sh*t very scary for our enemies

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
f*ck n*gga wanna try me but it's not that
You gon' catch some holes in your Sox cap
We don't gum clap, we let guns clap
b*tch we don't gum clap, we let guns clap

[Verse 3: Uncle Murda]
I'mma hit him in his head, where my hammer at?
Let the forty put a hole in his Yankee hat
If his crew wanna ride, they can get it too
We know where them n*ggas be, we will kill 'em too
Crip, Blood, I don't care what set you rep
If you kill a snitch n*gga, you'll get my respect
Hit the club thirty bottles, make a movie yo
Oh I treat a boosy broad like she a stupid ho
When they start talking tell 'em shut the f*ck up
I don't wanna get to know you, I just wanna f*ck
I don't even know her name, she let me hit n*gga
Then I sent her back home to her b*tch n*gga
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
f*ck n*gga wanna try me but it's not that
You gon' catch some holes in your Sox cap
We don't gum clap, we let guns clap
b*tch we don't gum clap, we let guns clap
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