"SON OF A GUN" lyrics

Ha! No chip on my shoulder, I'm rocking that mowa, my bitch is a soldier
Can't fuck with no poser, can't fuck with no poser, I bully, I dose her
She can't stand next to me, that bitch rock fashion nova
I'm rockin' that Mason Mason, dare a bitch to take it, take it

I flick my wrist, it never tick, crashing out, I never spin
Talkin' a bin, do it again, buss at ya mans, buss at ya
Count up the money, can't sleep on the racks
Buss shit down, beat up the packs
Don't let 'em put batteries up in your back
Keep throwing dirt like I ain't seeing that
Bleed that ho, make her put her on a pad

Son of gun don't run when I come
Son of gun don't run when I come
Son of gun don't run when I come
Son of gun don't run when I come
Son of gun don't run when I come
Son of gun don't run when I come

You gon' do what?
Son of a gun don't run when I come
Son of a gun don't run when I come

I'm on all get back, I want my lick back
I want drama, tell bitches click back
This ain't a diss track, more like a warning
I don't rock that shit, hoes made it corny
She forgot what she said, okay, Miss Dory
Hoes make a new page to watch my story
And my house four stories
In that ho like Cory
I could never rap boring, uh

I flick my wrist, it never tick, crashing out, I never spin
Talkin' a bin, do it again, buss at ya mans, buss at ya
Count up the money, can't sleep on the racks
Buss shit down, beat up the packs
Don't let 'em put batteries up in your back
Keep throwing dirt like I ain't seeing that
Bleed that ho, make her put her on a pad

Son of gun don't run when I come
Son of gun don't run when I come
Son of gun don't run when I come
Son of gun don't run when I come
Son of gun don't run when I come
Son of gun don't run when I come

You gon' do what?
Son of a gun don't run when I come
Son of a gun don't run when I come