Gun Talk

[Verse 1] Son Doobie
Unfadeable, you’d pay to know their stunts undetainable
Unbreakable beat breaks we make unexplainable
Flammable, capable, the great unmistakable
Unshakable, Doobie’ll break your nose
You deflatable
Debatable, relatable, my money be untraceable
I’m taking [?] explodes, unescapable
Innovate-able, yo, Doobie’s unavailable
I’m taking those, I’m making blows to streets, only way I know
My Winchester rifle, the gods act in cycle
Psycho, like Michael, aww, street decipher
Our rivals, survival of fittest, suicidal
I blindfold their eyes closed and throw ‘em off the Eiffel
I stifle, I trifle, excite those I mind-blow
Life cycle high in 89, I’m smoking hydro
Why oh why? Tonight’s the night [?] vinyl
Funk recital, we charge like large rhino
I bite those, respite those like something out the bible
Despite techs and nines that flip you like [?]

[Hook] Son Doobie
I said, who wanna test what my trigger palm cock
Knock knock, who there? Hard rocks from the block
357 24 ‘round the clock
It’s Prev One and Son with that real gun talk

I said, who wanna test what my trigger palm cock
Knock knock, who there? Hard rocks from the block
357 24 ‘round the clock
It’s Prev One and Son with that real gun talk

[Verse 2] Prevail
Trading ground, my aims to stay savage
Draw the crowd off the ground like a magnet
This planet’s our home for steel and chrome
Three square meals a day and move on (move on)
It’s only enclosure, one move’ll fold ya
Over, dose of the scorpio cobra
I talk like a champion, smoke like an idiot
The day I quit is the stay I start ripping it
Shit creek and paddle, canoe and life vest
Speak against the weak like a beacon of crisis
No reason to try us, we full fat on the fires
Burning trees down, drowning in lighters
Douse in the cypher, cool and collected
My main rule on a record is to give it full effort
From a whirlpool to a desert in a matter of minutes
Shatter in an instant, we carry heavy equipment
It’s better you get it, or maybe you should
So your position is clearly understood
It’s a gamble
Too many thoughts make you go wacko
Shotguns, hip flasks and chewing tobacco

[Hook] Son Doobie
I said, who wanna test what my trigger palm cock
Knock knock, who there? Hard rocks from the block
357 24 ‘round the clock
It’s Prev One and Son with that real gun talk

I said, who wanna test what my trigger palm cock
Knock knock, who there? Hard rocks from the block
357 24 ‘round the clock
It’s Prev One and Son with that real gun talk
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