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Paroles de la chanson Gun Class II par Mudbaby Ru

[Mudbaby Ru]
Ayy, welcome to gun class, man
This the number one safety shit in America if you ask me
I'ma show you what to do if a nigga play with you (For real, this is no cap)
I'm your instructor (I swear on my life, Mud)
I plead the fifth as well

[Mudbaby Ru]
Ayy, I say right foot, left foot, step up, shoot (Shoo)
Smack his ass, my hand across his head like a salute
My lil' brother just threw back a ten, bitch just made him puke (Ayy)

I said, "Bitch you ain't my boo, don't give no fucks for what you do"
This right here four-hundred for a line (Yeah), bitch, this ain't no juice (On God)
Yeah, I got the juice, you wanna fuck? Well, shit, me too (Ayy)
All my brothers totin' cutters, nigga, who gon' shoot for you? (Grrt)
Lost my dog to a rat (Yeah), that's why the whip ain't got a roof
Ayy, bitch, we outside, that FawtyBoy stay in my genes
Only rock with my kind, I know for sure who rock with me
CEO, that's my slime, we pop out when you niggas sleep
Glock .23s and .223s, Lebron and Jordan, same team

Bullets jump from house to house (Jump) annoying niggas like some fleas (On God)
None of this spendin' shit ain't new, 2016 fucked up the streets (Shoo, Shoo)
I'ma put this song on Spotify, put it on repeat
I'm a family guy, bitch, I'm Quagmire in them sheets
Leave your ass lookin' like Joe you think you faster than this beam
In Miami, sand between my toes, chillin' on the beach
My niggas shootin' like they some hoopers, shoulda tried out for the Heat
Back in the day, me and Lil Dre was with Lil Mon gettin' the green

[Mudbaby Ru]
I say left foot, right foot, step back, slide (Slide)

This 'Cat gone get us outta there (Grrt), Lil Dee know how to drive (Yeah)
I'ma show you what to do if a lil' nigga play with you (Grrah)
I say right foot, left foot, step up, shoot

[Nardo Wick]
I say pull up, hop out, point, and flame (Grrah)
We ain't dinin in, we tryna take out everything (Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah)
Don't come back to the hood until you touch a nigga brain
My lil' nigga ain't been missin' since I taught him how to aim (Aim)
I say pull up, hop out, point, and blow
We just a bunch a barbers chop a nigga fro (Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah)
I thought I was trippin', thought I heard some bitches yellin'

But it wasn't, it was just them niggas screamin' like some hoes (Ha, ah)
I got my Forces on, I'm steppin' in 'em, I'ma show you how to step on niggas
Don't care how little jeans is, I bet you I fit my weapon in 'em
I'm not with the sucka shit, I'm not with the tussling shit
I rap, but my all niggas know how quick I be to buss a bitch (Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah)
If they rip me out the plastic better got R.I.P before it
Hopped out like a samurai, swing that metal like a sword
Ten millimeter bullets look like mini asteroids
Why y'all terrorizing niggas? (Grrah) Shoulda never asked for it (Grrah)

[Mudbaby Ru & G Herbo]
I say left foot, right foot, step back, slide (Slide)
This 'Cat gone get us outta there, Lil Dee know how to drive (Yeah)
I'ma show you what to do if a lil' nigga play with you (We gone)
I say right foot, left foot (G Herbo), step up, shoot

[G Herbo]
They out on they block, we 'bout to slide by
Soon as you spot yo' man, hop out, walk 'em down, this ain't no fuckin' drive-by (Fuckin' drive-by)
One time I shoot my fire, why would I lie? (Why would I lie?)
We go, "Ah, ah, ah, ah" ah again, never eye for eye (Pussy)

Real boss, I play my part, though
Got a way that 'cause we smart, ho
Left them trenches, I'm not far, though
G Herbo still goin' hard though
Whip white, call it Jack Harlow, and I tote a stick like Nardo
Had to take my shit to school, tuckin' the glizzy in my cargos (Had to take)
I was broke and it wasn't cool, now I'm boolin' at Wells Fargo
My young niggas go harder than me, they know I set the bar, though
Playin' with toy guns at like three, ask my OG (He know that)
We make opp niggas yell, "Please" (Please), and let the trigger squeeze (Bah)
This lil' bitch bad like Billie Jean, I think she Vietnamese (Ayy)

Take her to Miami with the skeeze and fuck off fifty G's (G's)
Got some shit in New York on her knees, she say she twenty-three (Three)
Posted in the Bronx, it's me and D, we gettin' a chopped cheese (Let's get it, let's get it)
I've been poppin shit for ten years, these niggas not me
Steady beating the cops, they on my cock, I got a cop, please
Ridin' the back seat of the BP and I can not believe it
Ran up on a cop they said, "Freeze", but I did not freeze
Hit the dealership, see two coupes, bitch, I can cop these (These)
I feel like Gilly, long live cheese, I got a lotta cheese (Cheese)

Three niggas on one track just told you how to send a nigga to Jesus
That shit gotta be in you, if you ain't a soldier, this it's not easy

[Mudbaby Ru]
You have completed your course to the number one gun class in the hood
But the only thing is no fuck nigga can sign up

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