a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

beece daytona - gun on me lyrics

[intro: beece daytona]
yeah, run up on who?
n-gga how you going to run up on me n-gga
lamron!

[hook: beece daytona]
try to run up on me
p-ssy p-ssy b-tch, try to run up on me
i dare motherf-cker try to run up on me
it’s going to be some spilled blood and it ain’t going to be my blood
motherf-cker, i got my gun on me, i got my gun on me, i got my gun on me
you better run homie, i got my gun on me, i got my gun on me
try-try-try to run up on me i keep a gun on me

[verse 1: beece daytona]
i got my gun on me; i dare n-gga run
run that motherf-cker if you think you want some
got a chopper and my chopper came with a drum
get to sounding like a church band when it bum
i up it quick and start shooting just to see them run
there will be nothing left but sh-lls when the cops come
but i’m stained dumb, from the brain son
i feel like i’m superman when i get behind the gun
i let my nuts hang; i let my clip hang
it’s stain gang b-tch; we let it gang bang
throwing up gang signs, my gun i bang mine
when there’s drama we are yelling out it’s game time
you can’t be serious what you repping is delirious, what you try to get i get it, what you want to do i did it
yeah, its beece motherf-cker let your gun spray
my chopper is prodigy; i use it when it’s gun play

[verse 2: lil reese]
please don’t run up on me
i stay strapped b-tch lamron and my homies
stain gang be the gang, shoutout broski
and if he got it not put on he get pokey
and i hate up on them b-tch i like them chunky
a small circle no new n-ggas we so lowkey
watch flexing i can’t help it got em on me
i’ve been balling call it spalding that’s that beece and b-tch you know i’m reese
i couple hittas with me, and they’ll tote for free, and they’ll blow for free, you get smoked for free
ain’t sh-t sweet, but you don’t know me
when we blow heat, ya’ll blow heat
y’all break hands with the police
been lamron f-ck cpd
got a b-tch she’ll neck on me
fresh polo yeah i got on wheats
my religious band shoot to the streets
all that friendly sh-t he don’t know me
i’ll be pimping, yall be frienemies
one time to all my mini me’s
shoutout to all my enemies, i keep it on ride up one me
free all my n-ggas that’s in the jail
for all my n-ggas i’m going ham
wrong or right you’re getting blammed

- beece daytona lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS