Choirboy Dank - Get Your Guns

Get your guns, Get your guns, Get your guns
Get your guns, Get your guns, Get your guns
Get your guns
It ain't safe, It ain't safe, It ain't safe no mo
Get your guns, Get your guns, Get your guns
It ain't safe, It ain't safe, It ain't safe no mo
Cause we gon have some fun
Said we gon have some fun yea
It ain't safe, It ain't safe, It ain't safe no mo
Get your guns, Get your guns, Get your guns
It ain't safe, It ain't safe, It ain't safe no mo
Cause we gon have some fun
Said we gon have some fun yea
Better watch your head homie when you walk through the door
The same ones I did my work with, watched me lay on the floor
Left me for dead
l guess that makes me a ghost
The dead rising I brought my wine so we can have us a toast
I been swerving in that 'burban almost crashed in a ditch
Still spinning, just last week them boys suspended my shit
But it was it coming
They been gunning for my ass since a jitt
The same week I touched more money than my pockets could fit
Cause I ain't done yet...
You should bring your guns and we can have a little fun yea
Cause where I'm from we don't run, we bust them guns
Demon City till the demons some your home and its
Ring ring pussy got ya momma on the phone and she singing
It ain't safe, It ain't safe, It ain't safe no mo
So the clip extended like the stay when I roam
And the home got many rooms wit some fragrant aromas
When you come, cut your phone watch your tone
Cause we going and where we going...

Written by:
Choirboy Dank

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