Bongobirch - Guns Out

Got my chin up
My gun out
You try me
Get cut out
Feel like Jordan
How I'm making all these shots
With my tongue out
They try to ball like me
But they can't hang
They got struck out
We some vampires
My gang don't come outside
When the sun out
I keep this drum on my hip
We never separate
I'm throwing bands in the VIP
I'm at Peppermint
I'm so used to the struggle
I can weather it
And I don't even fuck with being subtle
I'm gon represent
I pray to God
Yeah I hope that y'all keep doubting me
And I ain't even trying
But this money keep surrounding me
I'm booked for three weeks
But they keep tryna hire me
And I'm my own boss
Only I can fire me
The way this gun knock you down
I named it Ray Lewis
You'd think I sold the whole pound
The way I ran through it
I ain't stressing bout no case
My attorney Jewish
I used to move them bales
From Geyer Springs to St. Louis
I'm from the Southwest
Southwest Little Rock
And fuck your bullet vest
I'm still gon let this choppa pop
I'm in a new vette
I might just drop the top
And fuck burning bridges
Bongobirch gon flood the crop
Don't be playing with me
Quick to teach yo ass a lesson
With my gold plated snub-nosed .357
And I ain't going in no club
Unless they let me bring my weapon
They brought me in for questions
Got amnesia I ain't telling
I pray to God
Yeah I hope that y'all keep doubting me
And I ain't even trying
But this money keep surrounding me
I'm booked for three weeks
But they keep tryna hire me
And I'm my own boss
Only I can fire me
The way this gun knock you down
I named it Ray Lewis
You'd think I sold the whole pound
The way I ran through it
I ain't stressing bout no case
My attorney Jewish
I used to move them bales
From Geyer Springs to St. Louis
Fuck a bitch
Fuck a lick
Let them choppas rip
They gon make you flinch
Make you twitch
Make your body flip
The way we had to struggle for the medicine
It make you sick
And I can't even lie
The adrenaline's the fun of it
What you need
I got them racks, I can cover it
And I won't even listen to a bitch
No discussing it
If you take something from me
Better know I'm gon recover it
I put so much money on your head
That you overencumbered bitch
I pray to God
Yeah I hope that y'all keep doubting me
And I ain't even trying
But this money keep surrounding me
I'm booked for three weeks
But they keep tryna hire me
And I'm my own boss
Only I can fire me
The way this gun knock you down
I named it Ray Lewis
You'd think I sold the whole pound
The way I ran through it
I ain't stressing bout no case
My attorney Jewish
I used to move them bales
From Geyer Springs to St. Louis

Written by:
Jacob Birch

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