Guns Galore

[Verse 1]
I was right by the corner, with yo' bitch, we playing poker
We send hella shots, hella shots to yo' crew
We fucking up this shit
Yeah we trapping out the crib
I tap out on a Sunday yeah I tap out on a Thursday
Play with us, little bitch, and you get yo' ass burnt
We send hella shots, hella shots to yo' crew
We fucking up this shit
Yeah we trapping out the crib
I tap out on a Sunday yeah I tap out on a Thursday
Play with us, little bitch, and you get yo' ass burnt
Hundred one shots, little bitch
Hundred one shots, little bitch
Hundred one shots, little bitch
Hundred one shots, little bitch
We outside, littlе bitch
I told that hoe stop bitching
Hundred one shots, littlе bitch
Hundred one shots, little bitch

[Bridge]
And we pouring fours, it's a motherfucking vibe
Get out my way, you is my motherfucking child
Trying to send shots, need to rethink yo life
They trying to take what is mine, shit I'll take what you have
You ain't a big problem 'my head
FN be holding 'bout like twenty

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck 'round, we shooting at your eyes
Shit they coming, grab the fire
Yeah little bitch, you out of line
Back there, we ain't sip no wine
Double cup, that's what I like
Double cup, that's what we on
She want me, I'm like oh no
I don't need no petty hoe
She wan' talk, I don't give a fuck
They keep talking, they some hoes
Take a guess you want some more?
He was posted now he fold
Push the pedal then we gone
Push the pedal then we gone
We showed up but they just froze
Bust the door, they turn to hoes
All black wraith, I cut some hoes
Let them know that's how I roll
Keep that draco, then they gone
Tinted windows, keep it low
My AP psycho, Post Malone
My diamonds glitching, man you know