Lost My Gun

You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz

Damn, I don't think you know how it feel

Jumpin' out with a chop, like he with the Navy SEALs

Waking up early morning, like it's time to go to kill

Jumping out on the opps, poppin' niggas like pills

Ain't ducking no smoke when it come to that field (You know that)

Bitch, free 32, this shit get real

Labels calling my phone, tryna make me sign a deal

Keep tellin' me rap but I'm still gon' drill (You know that)

Got too much pride, a nigga play, he get killed (Yeah)

Treat the bitch like a dog, she be calling me still

I ain't going, fuck 12, I'm a dog with the wheel

This shit ain't luck, boy, you gotta be skilled (You know that)

Leave a nigga on the floor, stretched out on the ground

He thinking that he gang, whole time, his ass a clown

Switch on my Glock, with thirty plus in rounds (Brr)

He tried to keep up, he couldn't float, his ass drowned

Tryna do what I'm doing, these niggas wanna be me

Can't do what I'm doing, shit ain't easy

Make you famous on the news, put your face on TV (You know that)

Jakes at the party, take off, start running

Give a fuck what I do, I ain't throwing my gun (No)

Early bird get the worm, smoke your ass, the cracker done (Ha)

When shots go off, he a bitch, he gon' run

Blowing Drac' with a smile, I'm having too much fun (Ha)

Smile turned to a frown when Drac' got bumped

(Damn, I lost my gun)

Bitch sound turnt, she wanna have my son

Treat these hoes like a pair of Air Ones

I bust it one time and then we done (Bitch, we done)

Damn, I don't think you know how it feel

Jumpin' out with a chop, like he with the Navy SEALs

Waking up early morning like it's time to go to kill

Jumping up on the opps, poppin' niggas like pills

Ain't ducking no smoke when it come to that field (You know that)

Bitch, free 32, this shit get real

Labels calling my phone, tryna make me sign a deal

Keep tellin' me rap but I'm still gon' drill (You know that)

Got too much pride, a nigga play, he get killed (Yeah)

Treat the bitch like a dog, she be calling me still

I ain't going, fuck 12, I'm a dog with the wheel

This shit ain't luck, boy, you gotta be skilled (You know that)

Leave a nigga on the floor, stretched out on the ground

He thinking that he gang, whole time, his ass a clown

Switch on my Glock, with thirty plus in rounds (Brr)

When shots go off, he a bitch, he gon' run

Blowing Drac' with a smile, I'm having too much fun

Smile turned to a— when the Drac' got bumped

Damn, I lost my gun