Better Have Your Gun

Pop Smoke

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    See, because I am going to kill the fuckery over there
    And people is going to be in demand of all the truth

    When you come to flossy, better have your gun
    What's the key to the block? Better have your gun
    Disrespect the gang, better have your gun
    Or you dropping the woo, better have your gun
    Talk down on my name, better have your gun
    Or you reach for the chain, better have your gun
    If you step on my Diors, Diors, better have your gun
    Or you laugh at my pain, better have your gun, look

    You shot in the air, is you scared of me?
    2Pacs, I ain't mad at you
    Shot a nigga, he was laughing, huh
    The same nigga crying after, huh
    Put a pussy on a platter, huh
    Shot your mans and now they adding up
    Your mans down and now you mad as fuck
    I fucked your bitch and then I'm passing her
    What the fuck is you telling me? I got the pedigree
    In the hood, I'm fighting felonies
    It's a whole bunch of jealousy in the air
    What the fuck a nigga telling me?
    Shoot a nigga, go to jail for it
    'Cause I know I got the bail for it
    For my gun, I'll die for it
    Get on the stand and lie for it
    Half rapper, half drug dealer
    Got a bird up on my wrist
    Brought the McLaren to the hood
    Niggas can't get into this
    Late nights in Puerto Rico
    Breaking down a half a kilo
    Eating chicharon with the people
    Having an orgy with three hoes

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    When you come to flossy, better have your gun
    What's the key to the block? Better have your gun
    Disrespect the gang, better have your gun
    Or you dropping the woo, better have your gun
    Talk down on my name, better have your gun
    Or you reach for the chain, better have your gun
    If you step on my Diors, Diors, better have your gun
    Or you laugh at my pain, better have your gun, look

    Niggas talking 'bout a rhyme, I'm talking 'bout guns and crime
    I'm fuckin' with you and yours if you think that you fuckin' with mines
    I'm a diamond in the rough, all I wanna do is shine
    Late nights up in the 9, just know I keep a nine
    I ain't with the bitching and snitching
    I ain't with the politicking
    Rather sit up in the jail
    Or swim with the fishes
    You ain't gon' ever catch me slipping
    Off the 'Trón, I be sipping
    Stove hot, I be whipping
    Lot of heat up in kitchen
    In the hills up in Cali
    Pink Runtz, smoking mad weed
    Fuckin' on a lil' mama
    Lightskin with a jatty
    I ain't a gangster if you ask me
    But lil' nigga, don't put it past me
    I put your body on standby
    While I blow a dub like Max B

    When you come to flossy, better have your gun
    What's the key to the block? Better have your gun
    Disrespect the gang, better have your gun
    Or you dropping the woo, better have your gun
    Talk down on my name, better have your gun
    Or you reach for the chain, better have your gun
    If you step on my Diors, Diors, better have your gun
    Or you laugh at my pain, better have your gun

    Better have your gun, better have your gun
    Better have your gun, better have your gun
    Better have your gun, better have your gun
    Better have your gun, better have your gun
    Better have your gun, better have your gun
    Better have your gun, better have your gun
    Better have your gun

    Song details

    Composition: Pop Smoke, Yoz Beatz, and 808 Melo

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