Chapter One
The Gun
Everything better over here, we four
Low in the seat and got too high to go in
It's just me and my friends, waitin' on some people to leave
You know a nigga got a trick up his sleeve
And they ain't catchin' me slippin
Bro slow down so they get it, when you this high it's no limit
I should just fly in this hoe, it's me four at the door
Walked in ready to go, more niggas on the dance floor
Than ever before
And I'm trippin', way too sus for me pimpin
Please don't cuss at these women, shut the f*ck up
Pour a little more in my cup
Slippin' through this motherf*cker like a limp dick on E
I don't know you, but you know me
Well we got that common
My name Carmen, and these are a few of my girls
They threw this party
I ain't the one to judge, it's in my honor
U of M scholars just graduated, top of my class
Ain't nothin' dumb about her
Blue with these golds in my mouth
Please baby would you calm down
I'm just grabbin' the ground, gravity pullin' me down
Casually, actually, I was just askin' if you had seen one of my pals
POW!
I ain't mean to shoot you baby
I don't know what caused the confusion baby, delusion maybe
We just here to have fun, lil' pink pill on my tongue
One more shot and I'm done
Look at my dogs and they going
Look at my dog and he gone
One more shot
GUN
I don't know what the f*ck happened
That shit happened so fast bro
It was, it was four of them I think
I seen this old boy, he was hollin' at an old girl
And the gun, I don't know what the f*ck that was on
But the other three was chillin
Then they got into it with a couple of niggass and
Niggas just got to arguin' about nothin
I don't even know what the f*ck that shit happened so goddamn fast
I ain't even seen no gun
I ain't seen no gun, no bullet, no nothin
And these niggas is crazy
My niggaa its whatever over here, we four deep in the key
Brass tucked low in the seats, never out of reach what's poppin
Let a niggaa reach, I'm poppin' pussy
Poppin' on a handstand, cop two more for this rookie
I'm workin' with a monster, her name Cookie
They know how to treat you in here, $20 for features in here
That was Love-O spot, throw up L's for the block
Fee's Peacoat and some Cole Haans
Chillin' with Ray Ray and Ewan
Keep blowin' and I can keep goin' but I'll just keep calm
Do you know who you f*ckin' with
Detroit Letterman, Detroit legend
Ahhh Let him in, off topic
Holdin' this pistol to my head
Hopin' that I won't pop it
Bro stop it
Both llamas, one cash cow
I'm a damn farmer
Never lactose (lack toast), keep that thang on ya
Our shame on ya
First warnin', better shoot first
If ya ain't first, ya last and eat dirt
Talladega Nights, niggaa my heart been racing
I ain't slept for the last few nights
Finger on the trigger, I'm bearin' my rights
Winning, Second Amendment
Please don't be vocal my nigga, they kill ya
If you know too much, nigga
And I never seen the gun
I never seen the gun
This is a ART piece performed and written by be.foy
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Chapter One
The Gun
Everything better over here, we four
Low in the seat and got too high to go in
It's just me and my friends, waitin' on some people to leave
You know a nigga got a trick up his sleeve
And they ain't catchin' me slippin
Bro slow down so they get it, when you this high it's no limit
I should just fly in this hoe, it's me four at the door
Walked in ready to go, more niggas on the dance floor
Than ever before
And I'm trippin', way too sus for me pimpin
Please don't cuss at these women, shut the f*ck up
Pour a little more in my cup
Slippin' through this motherf*cker like a limp dick on E
I don't know you, but you know me
Well we got that common
My name Carmen, and these are a few of my girls
They threw this party
I ain't the one to judge, it's in my honor
U of M scholars just graduated, top of my class
Ain't nothin' dumb about her
Blue with these golds in my mouth
Please baby would you calm down
I'm just grabbin' the ground, gravity pullin' me down
Casually, actually, I was just askin' if you had seen one of my pals
POW!
I ain't mean to shoot you baby
I don't know what caused the confusion baby, delusion maybe
We just here to have fun, lil' pink pill on my tongue
One more shot and I'm done
Look at my dogs and they going
Look at my dog and he gone
One more shot
GUN
I don't know what the f*ck happened
That shit happened so fast bro
It was, it was four of them I think
I seen this old boy, he was hollin' at an old girl
And the gun, I don't know what the f*ck that was on
But the other three was chillin
Then they got into it with a couple of niggass and
Niggas just got to arguin' about nothin
I don't even know what the f*ck that shit happened so goddamn fast
I ain't even seen no gun
I ain't seen no gun, no bullet, no nothin
And these niggas is crazy
My niggaa its whatever over here, we four deep in the key
Brass tucked low in the seats, never out of reach what's poppin
Let a niggaa reach, I'm poppin' pussy
Poppin' on a handstand, cop two more for this rookie
I'm workin' with a monster, her name Cookie
They know how to treat you in here, $20 for features in here
That was Love-O spot, throw up L's for the block
Fee's Peacoat and some Cole Haans
Chillin' with Ray Ray and Ewan
Keep blowin' and I can keep goin' but I'll just keep calm
Do you know who you f*ckin' with
Detroit Letterman, Detroit legend
Ahhh Let him in, off topic
Holdin' this pistol to my head
Hopin' that I won't pop it
Bro stop it
Both llamas, one cash cow
I'm a damn farmer
Never lactose (lack toast), keep that thang on ya
Our shame on ya
First warnin', better shoot first
If ya ain't first, ya last and eat dirt
Talladega Nights, niggaa my heart been racing
I ain't slept for the last few nights
Finger on the trigger, I'm bearin' my rights
Winning, Second Amendment
Please don't be vocal my nigga, they kill ya
If you know too much, nigga
And I never seen the gun
I never seen the gun
This is a ART piece performed and written by be.foy
The Gun
Everything better over here, we four
Low in the seat and got too high to go in
It's just me and my friends, waitin' on some people to leave
You know a nigga got a trick up his sleeve
And they ain't catchin' me slippin
Bro slow down so they get it, when you this high it's no limit
I should just fly in this hoe, it's me four at the door
Walked in ready to go, more niggas on the dance floor
Than ever before
And I'm trippin', way too sus for me pimpin
Please don't cuss at these women, shut the f*ck up
Pour a little more in my cup
Slippin' through this motherf*cker like a limp dick on E
I don't know you, but you know me
Well we got that common
My name Carmen, and these are a few of my girls
They threw this party
I ain't the one to judge, it's in my honor
U of M scholars just graduated, top of my class
Ain't nothin' dumb about her
Blue with these golds in my mouth
Please baby would you calm down
I'm just grabbin' the ground, gravity pullin' me down
Casually, actually, I was just askin' if you had seen one of my pals
POW!
I ain't mean to shoot you baby
I don't know what caused the confusion baby, delusion maybe
We just here to have fun, lil' pink pill on my tongue
One more shot and I'm done
Look at my dogs and they going
Look at my dog and he gone
One more shot
GUN
I don't know what the f*ck happened
That shit happened so fast bro
It was, it was four of them I think
I seen this old boy, he was hollin' at an old girl
And the gun, I don't know what the f*ck that was on
But the other three was chillin
Then they got into it with a couple of niggass and
Niggas just got to arguin' about nothin
I don't even know what the f*ck that shit happened so goddamn fast
I ain't even seen no gun
I ain't seen no gun, no bullet, no nothin
And these niggas is crazy
My niggaa its whatever over here, we four deep in the key
Brass tucked low in the seats, never out of reach what's poppin
Let a niggaa reach, I'm poppin' pussy
Poppin' on a handstand, cop two more for this rookie
I'm workin' with a monster, her name Cookie
They know how to treat you in here, $20 for features in here
That was Love-O spot, throw up L's for the block
Fee's Peacoat and some Cole Haans
Chillin' with Ray Ray and Ewan
Keep blowin' and I can keep goin' but I'll just keep calm
Do you know who you f*ckin' with
Detroit Letterman, Detroit legend
Ahhh Let him in, off topic
Holdin' this pistol to my head
Hopin' that I won't pop it
Bro stop it
Both llamas, one cash cow
I'm a damn farmer
Never lactose (lack toast), keep that thang on ya
Our shame on ya
First warnin', better shoot first
If ya ain't first, ya last and eat dirt
Talladega Nights, niggaa my heart been racing
I ain't slept for the last few nights
Finger on the trigger, I'm bearin' my rights
Winning, Second Amendment
Please don't be vocal my nigga, they kill ya
If you know too much, nigga
And I never seen the gun
I never seen the gun
This is a ART piece performed and written by be.foy
Writer: Brandon Foy
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