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dipset - the gun shop lyrics

(feat. h-ll rell, j.r. writer, 40 cal)

yea
yea
turn me up a little bit
turn my music up
yea
yea
uh uh uh uh uh uh
turn me up

[verse 1: h-ll rell]
i heard you want to get a n-gg- shot and you putting up 20 stacks
that’s to much money n-gg-s do it for less than that
go to war vest and mac, shooting dice, better stack
if i lose so what, i got money, bet it back
the rats still snitching and n-gg-s still dying
i’m still selling and the n-gg-s still buying
yea, the chickens i pluck em and f-ck em you love em
as soon as you see em you .38 snub them and stuff them
i like nice things like a ice ring, magnium we driving is equivalent to my right bling
f-ck with the set know the situation it might bring
break your right knee, put your arm in a nice sling
i’m a lamborghini gallardo, you a keya sport
if you sueing, i ain’t settling, see me in court
if you want beef, n-gg- see me in the streets
i’m on a 7 day cruise see you in a week

uh
ok
writer
dipset
dipset

[verse 2: jr writer]
listen doggy you’re a joke, corny and you’re broke
going over board i have somebody throw you off a boat
other than that the mac puff on ordinary smoke
jet thru, neck blue like you lost somebody close
no you can never say i lost it, i ain’t done so, if a n-gg- ever say i lost it he on c-ke hoe
they can’t f-ck with it i’m to d-mn nasty
a school bus double park, you can’t p-ss me
it’s the champs, who lay low on land, and range rov, looking for the j.lo in tramps
you know j tho, j hoes, make them a stan, strokes from your bank roll, change up your stance
soon as a n-gg- walk up in the place they get ants, cause they know i can make it rain how you can’t
i make strippers come out of their raincoats and dance
still i give you a shot like i gave you a chance

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writer

[verse 3: 40 cal.]
all i gotta say is n-gg-s stop cuffin cuffin you hugging them buzzin your scuzzins
you hug them down you rub them in public
you’re such a clown you l-st them f-ck up your budget
she run around f-cking your uncles and cousin
a lovely smile, a junk and some trunk for some luggage
because of cal we discover the suckaz among us
you in the lose lose, f-cking with the new dude
my chain like blues clues, view it like youtube
i’m in a cool mood, a ru chu wow, i’ll shoot you
used to your doo-doo brown, they say i’m going coo coo
not coo coo cal, you want peace i’ll do it shockasolu style
to the east, my brothers, to the east
n-gg- want peace, my brother, get the piece
f-cking with a beast, ducking from the police, i’m rapping with warrants cause i hustle in the streets
i, jump in the beef one deep, you signed to rat records you judged my the company you keep
you don’t see how hard i spit cause ya’ll the same lil n-gg-s that borrow my sh-t
i can tell you rappers how to be hardcore kids, constipated you gonna see how hard i spit
40!

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