Whose Dat Gun

Uuuuuh
Uuuuuh
Uuuuuh
(K-Dot)
Ah nigga got popped and uh…
(Nigga tell me whose dat gun)
My nigga open fire as we ride
(Nigga tell me whose dat gun, nigga)
Pull up on ya and slide
(Nigga tell me whose dat gun)
If you call and show up cops
(Nigga tell me whose dat gun, gun)
Nigga tell me whose dat gun, nigga
Tell me whose dat gun, nigga (pow) (nigga what?)
Tell me whose dat gun (grawh)
Got that motherfuckin rod (rod), trigga pulled
Prawh, prawh, grawh, pulled my shark hoodie (hoodie)
She arguin kuz I fucked another booty (bootyyy)
I don’t spend shit for her beauty
I just spent K’s on some cookies
On the Fame my nigga Snoopy (mhh)
Still catchin that feelin when I first done open Fruity (aye, aye)
When I first done played some boojee bass… bass (mmh-mmh)
Hittin licks, gettin jewelry, nigga (aye) (K-Dot)
I lost access to ya pussy (bitch)
Always been on duty, nigga
Huh, I didn’t study
Ain’t even watchin movies
Kuz I’m livin harder than Gomorra (pow-pow, pah!)
Daily order is a murder (pow-pow, pah!)
Lived with anger and disorder
Since I knew bout Trayvon Martin
Since my Latins crossed the border
Kuz I be that for a quarter
My white homie too, crime partner
But I don’t make circle larger (naw)
Heat switchin at the barber (hah, hah, hah, hah)
Slidin then orderin a burger (hah)
The pain was gettin sharper
My head knocked down a Charger, nigga
Eheh, tell me whose dat gun, nigga
Ahh
Nigga tell me whose dat gun, nigga
Ahh
Nigga tell me whose dat gun, nigga (prawh)
Ahh (pow-pow)
Nigga tell me whose dat gun, nigga
Tell me whose dat gun, nigga
Tell me whose dat gun, nigga (pow-pow)
Tell me whose dat gun, nigga
Tell me whose dat gun, nigga
Tell me whose dat gun, nigga
Tell me whose dat gun
Tell me whose dat gun
Tell-tell me what what whaaat?
Ah nigga got popped and uh
Blood on my hands, get the hospital, fuck the cops (fuck 'em)
Ah nigga got popped and uh
Niggas keep on shootin while our mighty mama cry
Ah nigga got popped and uh
I don’t wanna get out of this motherfucker, but my nigga I’m tryna rise
My nigga open fire as we ride
Another case got my nigga, catchin 'nother way to die (pow-pow-pow-pow!)
Snitches on fire, just saw-saw they might show the cops
(Nigga tell me whose dat gun)
Fuck up they lives, ain’t real gangstas die
(Nigga tell me whose dat gun, nigga)
That gun is a Glock, covered in a bloody flag
Bompton my whole block, real niggas only on my back (K-Dot)
We always get bloody, on my strap (Piru)
Ain’t wanna feed world cancer no more, on my mama (naw)
Dont wanna see my niggas popped, nigga on my mama (naw)
Ain’t want it to get worse no more, nigga on my mama (naw)
Niggas tryinna chase the bag but they get fucked up with a baby mama
I’m in my block with rounds, rollin around with a pack and my dawg
Me and my niggas be ready to run with these sticks long as fuck as my log
(prawh)
Slangin on swaggin, on backends on rackeds (what?)
What you found out on the ground of my mansion, bitch (what?)
Y’all listenin to a rhapsody (aaaaah)
Pussy and Federales chasin while I’m movin with some racks on me
Niggas early shootin on the roads and uh
Choose the casket or the bars
R.I.P to my niggas under the dirt
They told me to not take this road (naw)
Free my bruddas locked up, I don’t wanna (naw)
Get in there no more, I don’t wanna (naw)
Drive by, make me throw out this gun and (aaaaah)
See it on the ground, don’t ask no more, nigga
Ah nigga got popped and uh…
(Nigga tell me whose dat gun)
My nigga open fire as we ride
(Nigga tell me whose dat gun, nigga)
Pull up on ya and slide
(Nigga tell me whose dat gun)
If you call and show up cops-cops-cops-caaah-oooh
(Nigga tell me whose dat gun, gun)
Eheh, tell me whose dat gun, nigga
Ahh
Nigga tell me whose dat gun, nigga
Ahh
Nigga tell me whose dat gun, nigga (prawh)
Ahh
Nigga tell me whose dat gun, nigga
Tell me whose dat gun, nigga
Tell me whose dat gun, nigga
Tell me whose dat gun, nigga
Tell me whose dat gun, nigga
Tell me whose dat gun, nigga
Tell me whose dat gun
Tell me whose dat gun
Tell me whose dat gun
(K-Dot)