Springfield Xds

[Intro]
(I fucking love you, Jordan)

[Verse 1]
You don't got the weapons you rap in yo’ music
I just got a handgun, I hope I don't use it
Them bullets, they hollow, a tough pill to swallow
I keep that thang on me, even in McDonald's
A .40 is heavy, but don’t get it twisted, I'm ready
Stainless steel feelin' cold on my belly
In the past, used to carry machete
Blade or a knife, I ain't think twice
Both gonna slice, right trough the skin
Right through the flesh and abdominal glands, uh
Posted with X-D-S, don't fuck with Glocks or a Smith & Wess'
Run up you get that .40 to the chest
Self defense, when you hop over a fence
Carry the pole like I'm building a tent
You are not hard, nigga, do not pretend

[Bridge]
Yah, you are not hard, nigga, do not pretend
Yah, you are not hard, nigga, do not pretend
Yah, you are not hard, nigga, do not pretend
Do not pretend, do not pre- ayy, ayy, look (Pretend, yah)

[Chorus]
Handgun, got that handgun, that bitch is handsome
Phantom, turn you phantom
He throwin' tan- hol’ up
Handgun, got the handgun, that bitch is handsome
Phantom, turn you phantom
He throwin’ tantrums
X-D-S with the beam, uh, that shit gleam red or green, huh
X-D-S with the beam, uh, that shit gleam red or green, okay

[Break]
Yuh, uh, huh
Okay, yuh, uh, ayy
Okay, yuh, oh, huh
Oh, what? Huh, huh? Listen

[Verse 2]
Handgun on me, got hollow snacks for a dummy
You niggas be lookin' hungry, I’m feedin' them to your tummy
Don't bug me, don't push your limit
Watch how you finish that sentence
Might be a goofy ass nigga, but I go stupid with the trigga
I ain’t finna argue or bicker
They think I'm a joke, and I heard all the snickers
I turn to a beast, homie, give me a snickers, huh, huh
Niggas be rappin' 'bout murder
We bobbin' our heads as we recite the words
And you hard if you do, but you soft if you don't
And I don't wish to kill, but not sayin' I won't
Bodies droppin' to the floo', niggas suck like commode
I need ammo, give me mo', bullets hit you in the dome
Leave the cappin' at ya home, only mention shit ya own
Hol' up, wait, look
Niggas be braggin' like they 'bout that action
They post on the 'Gram all the weapons they havin'
They not even blastin', they not even killin'
But rap about robbin' and all of the dealin'
Just stop it, one in the chamber, I pop it
Stuffin' the mag like a stockin', I hit 'em all like a mosh pit
Mask on my face like Kakashi, I don't box fair, this ain't Rocky
Huh, I don't box fair, this ain't Rocky
I don't think I'm hard, but a nigga real cocky, huh