Gunsense Letra

Left one lock like ? ?
? collar bone
Swerve pot holes
Pop ? like niggas murdered in Chicago
Miami Beach
Polyamory
Free financially
You see the body on my spanish bitch
Motherfucker this is art
You can't just pick this apart
This not a hobby, this is therapy
Nigga we run this
You a fucking fungus
I'm just having fun with this
I live in comfort
We don't pump fake
The pump ain't fake, I came to dump it
Still run with the same niggas I came up with
Bust guns with rubber grips
Bitch, whatever it is
Just get it off your chest like a breast reduction
Yeah I'm back on my back of tricks
I fucked hip hop, I had to dead to ? ?
I've been better ever since
You still woulda thought you had better sense
Niggas ain't got no self respect
You can fuck with that but that ain't this though
That wax shit disco, I dismiss hoes
Bout to cop the Rolls with no tints, ?fish bowl?
French toast then go hit up Sak's Fifth for trench coats
This ain't ? ?
Your body wash up somewhere in Glen Cove
I was always told to push the envelope
It had blow in it though
Look what the wind blew in, ?it gettin cold?
Quick, pull a lick like a pick n' roll
The give and go, some ice ? ?, run the iso
I'm not a racist, dipped Jesus face in white gold
I know I know
That's not the Messiah's nose, he had wide nostrils

[Chorus]

Yeah
We not run from gunfire
Man say ? ?
No run ? ?
So ?
? ?
? ?
? ?

[Verse 2]

We're politicians ?filing for position?
I blew the pistons out in the Ferrari engine
Calamari's ? ? ? ?, we like Arby's
?I had to air you out? in Pierre Hardy's
Go 69 yourself
Your rent ain't worth my wallet and belt
You may want to try summin else
Signs of wealth, we rhyme for ?zilch?
?I'm buying what I sell?
It's obvious your vibe wasn't felt
I pray father for help
While little mama roll a proper L
Choppa crack you open like a lobster tail
These are mobster tales
Gazelles, new box of shells
Carmels, '69 Chevelles
Chanel kicks for females
?And she rarely wishes me well?
I might cop her the GL

[Chorus]