"Gun Class" lyrics
Hey, Sosa
Let's get this straight, now (Ayy, welcome to gun class, man)
I never fucked anybody over in my life (This the number one safety shit)
Who didn't have it coming (In America, if you ask me)
You got that? (I'ma show you what to do if a nigga play with you)
All I have in this world is my balls (For real, this is no cap, I'm your instructor)
And my word (I swear on my life, I'm your instructor, Mud)
And I don't break them for no one (I plead the fifth as well, 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, 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?
Lost my dog to a rat, that's why the whip ain't got a roof
Ayy, bitch, we outside, that 40 Boy stay in my jeans
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 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
I'm a 40 Boy, no fitted, dish it out top of the key
Nothin' but net, I don't think a nigga shoot better than me
I'm in the booth, I'm high as fuck, I can go cool on any beat (Yeah)
I got slimed out, you know that lil' shit made me a beast
Don't let me find out you beefin', but mama don't know you're street (Grrt, yeah)
We come through tryna wake up the block shakin' shit with the glee
I'ma blow in '22, how many months? Shit, two or three
Niggas cap a lot, they need to be on tour with Polo G
I say left foot, right foot, step back, slide (Nyoom)
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
I say right foot, left foot, step up, shoot
Ayy, my bitch bad, that's why I put up with attitudes
Come get your bitch back, she fuck a Ruger? Yeah, that rapper do
Eye for a eye, you prolly fuckin' mine, I can't be mad at you
Mismatch designer, 'Miri and Dior, I'ma take it, dude
Fuck nigga fees, if you ain't one of mine, then I'm taxing you
Vince Carter shit, slammin' on the opps like the Raptors do
Don't judge a book by the front cover, nigga, read a chapter or two
Round of applause, sound like hands how that chop gon' clap at you
YG Woo be really stepping, he a que dog
.40s and .45s, can't tote nothing else, them bitches too small
We box a nigga up, he gone for good, Lil Ru a U-Haul
Beat a nigga head 'til we see white, look like a cue ball (Grrt, grrt)
Glock came with a dick, the chop got balls and tits like Ru Paul
Bro just copped a stick, don't make him up the blick and shoot y'all
I be on my shit, my middle finger up like "Screw y'all"
Can't come on my block, I scope it out on point like "Who y'all?"
Ayy, I say right foot, left foot, step up shoot (You have completed your course)
Smack his ass, uh-uh (The number one gun class in the hood)
Uh, feel safe (But the only thing is no fuck niggas can sign up)
Come sign up
Let's get this straight, now (Ayy, welcome to gun class, man)
I never fucked anybody over in my life (This the number one safety shit)
Who didn't have it coming (In America, if you ask me)
You got that? (I'ma show you what to do if a nigga play with you)
All I have in this world is my balls (For real, this is no cap, I'm your instructor)
And my word (I swear on my life, I'm your instructor, Mud)
And I don't break them for no one (I plead the fifth as well, 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, 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?
Lost my dog to a rat, that's why the whip ain't got a roof
Ayy, bitch, we outside, that 40 Boy stay in my jeans
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 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
I'm a 40 Boy, no fitted, dish it out top of the key
Nothin' but net, I don't think a nigga shoot better than me
I'm in the booth, I'm high as fuck, I can go cool on any beat (Yeah)
I got slimed out, you know that lil' shit made me a beast
Don't let me find out you beefin', but mama don't know you're street (Grrt, yeah)
We come through tryna wake up the block shakin' shit with the glee
I'ma blow in '22, how many months? Shit, two or three
Niggas cap a lot, they need to be on tour with Polo G
I say left foot, right foot, step back, slide (Nyoom)
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
I say right foot, left foot, step up, shoot
Ayy, my bitch bad, that's why I put up with attitudes
Come get your bitch back, she fuck a Ruger? Yeah, that rapper do
Eye for a eye, you prolly fuckin' mine, I can't be mad at you
Mismatch designer, 'Miri and Dior, I'ma take it, dude
Fuck nigga fees, if you ain't one of mine, then I'm taxing you
Vince Carter shit, slammin' on the opps like the Raptors do
Don't judge a book by the front cover, nigga, read a chapter or two
Round of applause, sound like hands how that chop gon' clap at you
YG Woo be really stepping, he a que dog
.40s and .45s, can't tote nothing else, them bitches too small
We box a nigga up, he gone for good, Lil Ru a U-Haul
Beat a nigga head 'til we see white, look like a cue ball (Grrt, grrt)
Glock came with a dick, the chop got balls and tits like Ru Paul
Bro just copped a stick, don't make him up the blick and shoot y'all
I be on my shit, my middle finger up like "Screw y'all"
Can't come on my block, I scope it out on point like "Who y'all?"
Ayy, I say right foot, left foot, step up shoot (You have completed your course)
Smack his ass, uh-uh (The number one gun class in the hood)
Uh, feel safe (But the only thing is no fuck niggas can sign up)
Come sign up
