Da Gun (feat. Cash Out & Waka Flocka) - Gucci Mane, Bruno Mars & Kodak Black

I'm in hotspot, little hole in the wall, threw twenty racks, I just blacked out High as fuck, 'bout to pass out My swag in, your swag out Hit the stage, girls titties out When I hit the stage bring the city out Ballin' hard, 'bout to foul out Pop a bottle nigga, wild out Wild, wild, wild out Pop a bottle nigga, wild out I'm slim thuggin' with these Ray Bans I'm on a thug shit, campaigns That champagne need a bad bitch Icy wrist with with a icy neck Reach for that, I'll leave you wet Waka Flocka Flame in a place where Gettin' money ain't a crime So why you watching, wasting time Tell me are you ready Hit the streets and we wild out Club having we ball out And ain't watching no haters 'cus ya'll Can't fuck with us, can't fuck with us Can't fuck with us, we get crazy Come fuck with us, come fuck with us Hit the street, we wild out, Club having we ball out Come fuck with us x4 Pop a bottle nigga, wild out Money, money, no running out I don't know what you talking 'bout Tell me if you ready Bad bitch with a foul mouth What the fuck you hating for Give me your round of applause I'm in first place like Usain Too true like 2 Chainz

DJ Scream, Waka Flocka Hood Rich Kliko, we in this motherf-cker man I'm back, now I've been all around the motherf-ckin world man 42 cities, 11 countries N-gga I'm still tourin man Of 3 years ago music and I'm still makin millions off my old shit I'll bust yo head, It ain't shit to me! Have you plankin dead, It ain't shit to me! Flocka! Arms up screaming victory Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Have you rob me, statute death a unsolved mystery Rappers comin out the closet like they Jason Collins Rappers beef with other n-ggas, they don't want these problems I just get it poppin, grew up, I didn't have an option My youngins, they ain't got a option, they'll shoot yo shit up That's facts n-gga, stay strapped n-gga Ridin round town with that same fat n-gga That's deep dash, window smack, choppa with a blast 6 hour surgeries and a body cast Ah, ride on the enemy Give a f-ck about this industry Shoot one, I shoot two, you know the remedy Headshot, top back, JF Kennedy I'll bust yo head, It ain't shit to me! Have you plankin dead, It ain't shit to me! Flocka! Arms up screaming victory Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Have you rob me, statute death a unsolved mystery Adopt yo soul, it ain't shit to me (adios) Parties droppin, I see murder like masterpiece Obituary, you just made history No prints, just an unsolved mystery Copped my first strap when I was 14 Real painkiller like morphine Don't pause, add em, I need more fiends I can see it in his face, he sold his ice cream Wooh da King, Waka Flocka - bad news I swear these boys nuts, no casuals Cross the line, you gon die today Droppin money on the head like he DOA I'll bust yo head, It ain't shit to me! Have you plankin dead, It ain't shit to me! Flocka! Arms up screaming victory Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Have you rob me, statute death a unsolved mystery

Y'all know I don't wanna be In a penitentiary But that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy I be right back smoking weed Chilling with the family Cause that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy Starting out my week with a quarter boat Stupid strong and I won't sell a quarter o I got 5 on that cause I'm infamous Fuck fame, strippers love me... Back to work nigga! I know y'all niggas miss this shit! Y'all know I don't wanna be In a penitentiary But that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy I be right back smoking weed Chilling with the family Cause that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy Starting out my week with a quarter boat Stupid strong and I won't sell a quarter o I got 5 on that cause I'm infamous Fuck fame, strippers love me ad infinite Fuck no, I ain't working for the minimum I'm going in, every weekend is a cinema So get a coke, hot dog and some candy bars I'm from the 6 but my dick dunn been in movie stars I'm so high right now I want a? Let everybody in free I'm bringing all my cars And I don't wanna be locked up, hell no! But we got weight so? Excuse me for being gangsta, I'm crazy I couldn't have been a sissy Mama wouldn't have fed me I'm all-red and my beemer confetti I'm? 18 with the chevy I'm deadlift with a tool like freddy Not jackson, kruger, you smell me? And no push ups, just kush up No lay-ups, just? E a g a got bakers Eastside, can I roll through decatur I'm going hard for the squad I'm the major Anything move here, Gucci get paper