Plenty Guns

(Doomshop mothfucker)

I got-I got plenty guns

Love it when you run

Got to get it back

No returns

Fuckin' with me you gonna burn

Got the Glock, got the Mac, got my riches filled with racks

Fuck a rubber band

Feel that shit then

Loose up in the rental van

Crash that motherfucker, cause I'm too loked up

What the fuck

I'm breaking down the chances that I get away with all these guns

I'm having fun, don't stop me now

'Less you keep the talking down

I'm not a peep, I wanna creep up on ya

This ya fucking warning

How ya feel with gats in your face

Think ya like the taste

Drugs in ya face, this is great, this my fucking day

See the sun, I'll waste the morning cause it never stop for me

Hate what you see but you see it in your dreams

What the hell my mama said "what's alive is never dead"

Imma keep on walking and the flocking through the darkness everyday

Yack after yack got me sick, what is that

Your mortality, is that what your gripping

Oh you ride on me

Don't blow my high

Think I got ya, I'm not got

Wanna fly? I can help with that

Look up on my fucking Mac

Don't blow my high

Think I got ya, I'm not got

Wanna fly? I can help with that

Look up on my fucking Mac

I got-I got plenty guns

Love it when you run

Got to get it back

No returns

Fuckin' with me you gonna burn

I got-I got plenty guns

Love it when you run

Got to get it back

No returns

Fuckin' with me you gonna burn