"Watergun" lyrics
Imma' just be quiet
JRAG on the beat
Samurai
The corner of these racks is givin' me paper cuts
Once I became a millionaire, I start talkin' less and listen much
Once I seen these niggas was really bitches, I kept my distance much
Once I bought a Ferrari, I gained interest to go buy diesel trucks
Showed my lil' brother half a million, he never seen this much
Told em' never let down his guard, even with things you trust
Tryna' keep him free from the yard, so he won't bleed like us
Tryna' keep it clean, but it's hard, but currency's a must
Oo-wee
Oo-wee
The bottom of the Margielas feel athletic
So much codeine in my body, my legs feel prosthetic
Driveway like the blue-eyed dragon, that bitch three headed
Most of the time the nigga that snitched and the one that said, "He said it"
Baby mama snitch on the trap, just to be petty
How can a nigga raise his kids, when even his old freaks tellin'
Shit deadly, grabbin' them firearms, I hope your fist steady
Talkin' 'bout the belly of the best, well this the devil kid's belly, the ghetto
Ooh-wee
Hmm
On Sauce
Ooh-wee
The current of this codeine, got my soul spinnin'
Summer, Winter, Spring, Fall, all my hoes winnin'
Way before my flows and all my shows could bring me golds tickets
I was in Las Vegas, makin' millions, off a old business, I'm serious
I ain't tellin' you niggas no more, mane
Run that back!
JRAG on the beat
Samurai
The corner of these racks is givin' me paper cuts
Once I became a millionaire, I start talkin' less and listen much
Once I seen these niggas was really bitches, I kept my distance much
Once I bought a Ferrari, I gained interest to go buy diesel trucks
Showed my lil' brother half a million, he never seen this much
Told em' never let down his guard, even with things you trust
Tryna' keep him free from the yard, so he won't bleed like us
Tryna' keep it clean, but it's hard, but currency's a must
Oo-wee
Oo-wee
The bottom of the Margielas feel athletic
So much codeine in my body, my legs feel prosthetic
Driveway like the blue-eyed dragon, that bitch three headed
Most of the time the nigga that snitched and the one that said, "He said it"
Baby mama snitch on the trap, just to be petty
How can a nigga raise his kids, when even his old freaks tellin'
Shit deadly, grabbin' them firearms, I hope your fist steady
Talkin' 'bout the belly of the best, well this the devil kid's belly, the ghetto
Ooh-wee
Hmm
On Sauce
Ooh-wee
The current of this codeine, got my soul spinnin'
Summer, Winter, Spring, Fall, all my hoes winnin'
Way before my flows and all my shows could bring me golds tickets
I was in Las Vegas, makin' millions, off a old business, I'm serious
I ain't tellin' you niggas no more, mane
Run that back!
