Gun Go Off lyrics

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J.R. Writer


[Chorus]
(Yeah) f*ck all the talkin' man my gun go off (gun go off)
SWAT team you betta call 'em cause my gun go off (gun go off)
In the middle of a robbery my gun go off (gun go off)
They ain't taking not one rock from me (n*gga my gun go off)
All my enemies ask 'em they know my gun go off (yeah)
I run up on 'em and blast 'em because my gun go off (yeah)
I'm in the streets n*gga you know my gun go off (gun go off)
I'm a G n*gga you know my gun go off (you know my)

[Verse 1]
You either rich or you poor (poor)
There's no in between
You looking lost lil' n*gga (come on)
Come roll with the team (yeah)
I'll show you how to get a block poppin' with' one gram (gram)
Show you how to hold a AR-15 with' one hand (like this)
I'm respected up in Cali n*gga, Inglewood, Long Beach (Eastside)
Respected in the A-Town, Zone 2, Zone 3 (yeah)
So f*ck with' a man, n*gga the man is Ruger (Ruger)
In jail get you stabbed for a couple cans of tuna (in your neck)
These hollow tips will hurt your stomach like a million sit-ups (yup)
I'm from the Bronx but have my Brooklyn n*ggas shoot your crib up (got him)
You see them gangstas over there, you think they just chillin'
Nah they ain't just chillin'
They ready to start killin' (brat)
That's my n*gga Cash (Cash)
That's Lil' Black
Black can't read or write but he know how to shoot the Mack (yup)
A walking brick I just hopped out the pot
Thousand dollar jeans sagging when I hopped out the drop
Ruger

[Chorus]
(Yeah) f*ck all the talkin' man my gun go off (gun go off)
SWAT team you betta call 'em cause my gun go off (gun go off)
In the middle of a robbery my gun go off (gun go off)
They ain't taking not one rock from me (n*gga my gun go off)
All my enemies ask 'em they know my gun go off (yeah)
I run up on 'em and blast 'em because my gun go off (yeah)
I'm in the streets n*gga you know my gun go off (gun go off)
I'm a G n*gga you know my gun go off (you know my)

[Verse 2]
When I was locked up in the belly of the beast
A lot of n*ggas lied about how they was living in the streets (true story)
A n*gga was a worker but he said he was a boss (boss)
A n*gga wasn't driving but he said he had a Porsche (lying)
Some n*ggas was hard (hard)
Some n*ggas was soft (soft)
But this one kid kept saying his gun was going off (get a load of this man)
He used to be up in the yard, bragging 'bout he done shot n*ggas (yeah)
Over petty money, said he loved to pop n*ggas (poppin')
Somebody came through from his hood then exposed him (yeah)
Said he don't get busy
n*ggas don't know him (never heard of you)
See n*ggas frontin' like they gun go off (gun go off)
He just flashing that sh*t, call him a gun show off (gun show off)
Yeah my sh*t bust on broad day (day)
That's on Lexington, Madison, 5th ave, Park ave, and Broadway (uh- huh)
f*ck what you heard n*gga I'm the real Ruger (Ruger)
You better buy a vest for me I'm a real shooter

[Chorus]
(Yeah) f*ck all the talkin' man my gun go off (gun go off)
SWAT team you betta call 'em cause my gun go off (gun go off)
In the middle of a robbery my gun go off (gun go off)
They ain't taking not one rock from me (n*gga my gun go off)
All my enemies ask 'em they know my gun go off (yeah)
I run up on 'em and blast 'em because my gun go off (yeah)
I'm in the streets n*gga you know my gun go off (gun go off)
I'm a G n*gga you know my gun go off (you know my)

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