B.B. Gun

Yeah Young Gunz, State, State, State Prop Chain Gang

Yeah chad west on the track

Sigel, Neef Buck, Peedi Crack, O and Sparks, Freeweezy

Yeah State Prop Boys back in town

Back block boys, pop boys, back you down

I ask is it me, or is it really them

Yeah I'm young, but y'all ain't never gonna big Willy hum

North Philly, hum keep a big milli hum

Them ain't never been soft, now dawg

Y'all really them **** that be mouthin' off

Never really got in shit

Actin' like you shot the shit

But hesitate to pop it off

When it's on, y'all be gone

C grip the pistol, drawn

Hittin' till them **** gone

Word till ma **** gone

This ain't just a song, this is real shit we live

**** will get ya kids, hurry **** switch your homes

Don't forget ya pistol, home, what the fuck you buy it for?

To catch a fuckin' body or to show up for them bitches wrong

Actin' all big and buff

**** ain't really tough

Humble, but he might just be the first to call you **** bluff

Have you **** shitting puss

Bleedin' to the ass

C'll seize a **** fast

Hit you bitches up

We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun

Oh yeah **** wanna get on I got some **** in my click

That'll make your motherfuckin' jaws tight

We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun

Oh what **** want to get on thats right I got some **** in click

That'll hit y'all motherfuckin' all night

Bang bang here we go

Naw this sin't radio

Load up ya gun music

Don't pull it if you ain't gonna use it

Don't tempt me ****, I'm gonna shoot it

Trust ****, you gonna coma up missin' about mine

Thirty shot MP5, spit out nines

All hollows in ya gut

So you holla when it cuts

Let off a dime, then I calm

Twenty shots'll follow up

You'll be sparkin' like a dutch

Keep the shit up on a hush

Out on bail, fresh outta jail

Two cases, I got to fight ****

They sent me down try to right ****

They want me up north, stressin' with them white ****

Gettin' husky, fuck it let twelve judge me

Got to keep it on me daily

If you got some beef you smell me

Listen what you **** tell me, come out naked

So I can be the spittle, dot pump in' I'll we it

But I'ma be both these fuck as give me a second

We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun

Oh yeah **** wanna get on I got some **** in my click

That'll make your motherfuckin' jaws tight

We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun

Oh what **** want to get on thats right I got some **** in click

That'll hit y'all motherfuckin' all night

Sig want, sig want, you bitch **** still pumpin' you guns

Like pump pellets won't puncture your lungs

Get your toes tagged who wanna slow drag

Dance with the devil who wanna play freeze tag with the metal

And you it tag its like a virus my whole crew sick

I'm the truth in the booth with my all blue kicks

But tell me why you mad dude like Big Old skits mitts

Yeah they call me that throwback kid

Cause that colt four fifth give ya holes and shit

And you know I keep my Ruger gear

My back pocket keep the two shot there

Line up who wanna see if Tupac dead

Y'all knocked out ya tube socks yeah

Get your wing tell me thing Tupac said

Until the stop you **** not pac

You not my state prop motherfucka and

We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun

Oh yeah **** wanna get on I got some **** in my click

That'll make your motherfuckin' jaws tight

We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun

Oh what **** want to get on thats right I got some **** in click

That'll hit y'all motherfuckin' all night

We want, we want that boy in the Porsche with the top in the trunk

Oschino long like joke clip all hanging out

Money over bitches what this SP gang about

Bought it like brotha man gas like Son of Sam

One through your face leave your stretched like a rubber band

You wouldn't understand you don't want it fam

The mc with the hammer have y'all **** do the running man

Born in the getto straight from the projects

Game like Lebrun James but no nike contract

Pit bull red nose sic hundred gold marshland all froze

Low top red holes shoe strings no socks on

Mr matinee be moving that popcorn

Y'all **** should stop drawing your oil painting stink

While we in the kitchen cookin' oils till they stink

We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun

Oh yeah **** wanna get on I got some **** in my click

That'll make your motherfuckin' jaws tight

We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun

Oh what **** want to get on thats right I got some **** in click

That'll hit y'all motherfuckin' all night

Chatty bang bang all I see in the ghetto is thang bang

Bitches getting drunk and wet and settle for gang bang

Bitch **** live for what they copy and never

Is it just me or do you agree things change

Yeah Young Gunnerz, Chris and Neef

It's our summer, O and Sparks

Peedi Crack, Freeweezy, B Sig

Holla at ya boy, yeah we doing big things ****

State Prop clothing, cartoons, movies y'all **** know

Fuck y'all wanna do

Young Gunnerz ****, Chris and Neef

Get it right ****

We want, we want the kid that shot that B.B. Gun