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 Wakin' up early mornin' like it's time to go to kill Jumpin' out on the opps, poppin' niggas like pills Ain't duckin' no smoke when it come to that field (you know that) Bitch, free 32, this shit get real Labels callin' 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 callin' me still I ain't goin', 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 thinkin' that he gang, whole time, his ass a clown Switch on my Glock, with 30 plus in rounds (brr) He tried to keep up, he couldn't float, his ass drowned Tryna do what I'm doin', these niggas wanna be me Can't do what I'm doin', shit ain't easy Make you famous on the news, put your face on TV (you know that) Jake's at the party, take off, start runnin' Give a fuck what I do, I ain't throwin' 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 Blowin' Drac' with a smile, I'm havin' 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 hos 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 Wakin' up early mornin' like it's time to go to kill Jumpin' up on the opps, poppin' niggas like pills Ain't duckin' no smoke when it come to that field (you know that) Bitch, free 32, this shit get real Labels callin' 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 callin' me still I ain't goin', 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 thinkin' that he gang, whole time, his ass a clown Switch on my Glock, with 30 plus in rounds (brr) When shots go off, he a bitch, he gon' run Blowin' Drac' with a smile, I'm havin' too much fun Smile turned to a - when the Drac' got bumped Damn, I lost my gun