lirik lagu gun point – f.a. (kc rapper)
[intro: young devi d]
yea n*gga
aye, the sh*t you n*ggas out here doin boy
aye, you n*ggas movin’ wild, u hear me (wild boy)
i’m saying (i’m saying n*gga)
i wouldn’t do this sh*t you n*ggas doin at gun point n*gga
on my mama (b*tch)
listen
dude
[chorus: young devi d]
i wouldn’t snitch at gun point
won’t fall out wit no n*gga over a b*tch at gun point (i swear to god)
won’t dirty mac at gun point (won’t do it)
won’t stab a n*gga i love in the back at gun point (i won’t do it)
i used to wouldn’t fall out with my partners at gun point
but n*ggas showed they colors, now i got ’em at gun point
gun point (gun point, gun point)
yeah (gun point)
aye
gun point
[verse 1: young devi d]
dude
i’m nothing like these n*ggas, b*tch under oath (under oath)
these n*ggas waiting on me to fall, like when summer over
d*mn time fly, i’m an o.g. (i’m an old*head)
i’m cut from that cloth, they don’t sew these (they don’t sew thеse)
i’m looking at this game thinking, “s*m*h” (shaking my head)
i’ll closе a n*gga curtains like i decorate (whoa)
did too much time, to be wasting time (wasting time)
these n*ggas say they wanna k!ll me, i’m like wait in line
my mama used to go to work and say no company
if they ain’t have nowhere to go, i’d let ’em come wit me (my n*ggas)
the same n*ggas turn around, a day later
break in and steal some j’s or the playstation (clowns)
they expecting me to crash, i’m too smart though (i’m too smart for ’em)
b*tch i’m a good n*gga, but my heart cold (my heart cold)
kept it solid cross the board, never sold my soul
n*gga bout my name i’ll blow your nose (i promise)
[chorus: young devi d]
i wouldn’t snitch at gun point
won’t fall out wit no n*gga over a b*tch at gun point (i swear to god)
won’t dirty mac at gun point (won’t do it)
won’t stab a n*gga i love in the back at gun point (i won’t do it)
i used to wouldn’t fall out with my partners at gun point
but n*ggas showed they colors, now i got ’em at gun point
gun point (gun point, gun point)
yeah (gun point)
yeah
gun point (gun point)
[verse 2: f.a.]
yo, i married the game holy matrimony (holy matrimony)
some n*ggas get in that room and give a testimony (they give a testimony)
you don’t think that he’ll tell, still gotta test the homie (still gotta test the homie)
say he spoke on my name, why you ain’t check ’em for me (why you ain’t check ’em for me)
enemy in disguise, we call ’em frienemies (we call ’em frienemies)
n*ggas smile in your face, but really hate your guts (really hate your guts)
envy you on the low, you f*cked his favorite sl*t (you f*cked his favorite sl*t)
or mad he down in the gutter, you out here coming up (you out here coming up)
majority of these n*ggas is really dumb as f*ck (stupid)
hustle backwards, can barely save ten bucks (nah)
give ya three reasons, treason will come in effect (yup)
they lack leadership, loyalty, and respect (man)
can’t raise his kids, but he capable to raise a bic (for real)
ain’t that a b*tch, these n*ggas morals f*cked up (f*cked up)
i play the cuts, can’t entertain bullsh*t (can’t entertain bullsh*t)
sucka sh*t get justified, this a different time (yup)
[chorus: young devi d]
i wouldn’t snitch at gun point
won’t fall out wit no n*gga over a b*tch at gun point (i swear to god)
won’t dirty mac at gun point (won’t do it)
won’t stab a n*gga i love in the back at gun point (i won’t do it)
i used to wouldn’t fall out with my partners at gun point
but n*ggas showed they colors, now i got ’em at gun point
gun point (gun point, gun point)
yeah
gun point (gun point n*gga)
[verse 3: wax gotti]
i took her off like a decoration, sh*t this an interrogation
we don’t know sh*t, you know them people still investigating
suckas hope we fall that way, fell out wit some n*ggas hatin’
told my youngin’ chill, we gonna spin, ’til it ain’t no operation
n*gga used to be my brother, i told him i love him at some point
we used to be gang, but he crossed game at one point
pillow talking to these b*tches, i couldn’t do it at gun point
couldn’t hate you if i tried to, my n*gga ain’t no point
we all grew up in the struggle, see the gutter was like home for us
i called your mother, mother, see your house was like a home for us
we started doin this sh*t because we thought it was on for us
now we don’t even speak, n*gga we grown, what’s wrong with us
push through in a tesla, you know my story, i’m bout whatever
n*ggas that i love, i seen them change up like the weather
i live like a rock star, i gotta keep a metal
n*gga try to play and we gone gas ’em like a petal
[chorus: young devi d]
i wouldn’t snitch at gun point
won’t fall out wit no n*gga over a b*tch at gun point (i swear to god)
won’t dirty mac at gun point (won’t do it)
won’t stab a n*gga i love in the back at gun point (i won’t do it)
i used to wouldn’t fall out with my partners at gun point
but n*ggas showed they colors, now i got ’em at gun point
gun point (gun point, gun point)
yeah
gun point (gun point n*gga)
yeah
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