Not My Gun Video (MV)

Police stay buggin', I never did none
We gotta deal with em', cause goofies be snitchin
Why is you bluffin', that boy is real lucky
He talk on the net, but in person on bitch shit
Why is you runnin', you did all that stuntin'
Three must be they fathers, we givin' em lickens
Keep it a hundred, I don't do that fronting
Remember them times, I had no pot to piss in
Can't do no foldin' or bendin'
When police start askin' em' questions
You got to stay real
Found out the opps, be snitchin, I bet they won't talk no more
Cause we givin' em' hell
Made a Opp take off his jewelry, shit lookin' fake
I bet you he takin' the L
I was just hittin' his BM
And her ass so fat, I ain't even gonna tell
Ayy, I got a new pack and this muthaf*cka smell
She hitting my phone, better be by the sale
Got a pocket rocket, that bitch not on my belt
If police ask, I act dumb and just stare
What you mean, that isn't my gun
I let shit pop like it's bubblegum
Lyin' hoe, you is not the one
If she let gang hit learn not the cuff
I heard them disses, he think he tough
Idea wasn't bright, but you still my son
I done fell and got right back up
If you want me dead, boy, you'll need backup
Police stay buggin', I never did none
We gotta deal with em', cause goofies be snitchin
Why is you bluffin'? That boy is real lucky
He talk on the net, but in person, on bitch shit
Why is you runnin'? You did all that stuntin
Three must be they fathers, we givin' em' lickins
Keep it a hundred, I don't do that fronting
Remember them times, I had no part to piss in
This pressure too strong, Purp and two blunts
I was f*cked up with Perc in both lungs
Shorty is wild with drink and they cups
Hella pipes, which goofies run up
I know they heard that fire after dark
Three-O-Eights, put shit in park
Don't fear nothin', I only fear God
And yeah I scam, I don't do fraud
The opps probably sick, they don't come outside
Shooters, all of my brothers frontline
Paper, shorty, you know I'm about mine
Live every day like you don't got no time
Can't go back to school, I failed a lot
The most opps do is
Tell a lot and run a lot
Athlete, I'm bangin' threes and packin' heat
Ayy, police stay buggin', I never did none
We gotta deal with em' cause goofies be snitchin
Why is you bluffin'? That boy is real lucky
He talk on the net, but in person, on bitch shit
Why is you runnin'? You did all that stuntin
Three must be they fathers, we givin' em' lickin
Keep it a hundred, I don't do that fronting
Remember them times, I had no part to piss in
Benji's my pocket, bitch, call me a bum
I don't do talkin', I'll just show you some
Cops askin' where it is at, we is not dumb
Don't know what you want, but the pipes not my gun, on God