Guns Go Bang (Freestyle)

[Chorus: Kid Cudi & dread scott]
I can make the guns go bang
I make all the guns go bang
I can make the guns go bang
I make all the guns go bang (Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah)

[Verse: dread scott]
Ayo, I'm wicked off the top, you can see it in my locs
Where I'm from, they hold a Glock better than they hold a job
For fifty cents, my immigrants'll gladly show you how to rob
Keep it a hundred, it's nothing, we going psycho with the mob
Ayo, we picked off the locs and pissed off the cops
We rode block to block and slipped all the laws
Since pigs hid the rock, they crip walk a lot
Bismillah, we ride like Quick Draw McGraw
Banana clips, word to Curious George
Or I can flip the bayonet and gеt to moving with swords
Either a four or a five to ya dome, put a numbеr on ya head
Like the Kids Next Door, now hear the sound when my pistol go
Listen, bro, hit the floor, open casket, pick ya clothes
Missing souls, RIP the code, kiss of death, no mistletoe
Devil flow, Ichigo, I'll hold it 'til my wrist is sore
4-4 blow, you never know if your kids'll grow
Look into the future, it was razor on the scooters
Now it's aiming with the Rugers, and no "Amen", "Hallelujah"s
From honor roll to on a role in first person shooters
Accuse us of shooting troopers, Assata, I move to Cuba
All for survival, rifle and bible, only facts that they know
I see through the eyehole, keeping one eye closed with my back to the door
Supposed to move tribal, move suicidal with the straps that we hold
Another casket is sold, my mental liable to blow, it go-

[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
—bang
I can make the guns go bang
I make all the guns go bang
I can make the guns go bang
I make all the guns go bang

[Bridge: Kid Cudi]
Nigga come alive when the guns go (Yeah)
Aim 'em high, let the guns go— (Get 'em, get 'em—)