Alright
Yeah I pick the gun up
I put two shots in this motherf*ckers head
Still wondering why these motherf*ckers always want me dead
F*cks sake I need to get the f*ck out of here I can hear the sirens
Blood on the floor this motherf*cker bleeding in silence
Bust open the door I need to get to the first floor
F*ck he made it to the car now but there's witnesses at his door
F*ck now there yelling out that I ran out of the door
Put my foot on the pedal I need to get the f*ck out of here
So 12's been on my ass since I put my foot on the gas
F*ck don't even know how fast I was going
Still got a blunt in my hand this shit got me blowing
Finally lost them I didn't wanna end up in a coffin
Chase lasted so long now I'm in Boston
Laying in a motel bed with the guys image in my head
Shouldn't have played with me he wouldn't have been dead
F*ck gotta get rid of this gun
I can't have the murder weapon in my bed
Still remembering last week what that one guy had said
Hey man what you doing with that gun in your hand
You can't bring that shit around here why you think your the man
So I said to him
Please just mind your buisness
I need a two pack and one soda
Matter of fact add a bag of chips for messing my mood up
He put it in the bag and he said sorry about that
I didn't mean to mess your mood up but I was wondering you have a gun in your hand
So I told him
Reason why I have a gun in my hand
Is to keep the fake away and the real ones watchin
That got him to stop talking
And now I'm walking
Heading back to the car
I hear someone say stop walking
Put your hand up your under arrest for the murder of Wes
I put my hand in my pocket
Next thing I know I'm on the floor bleeding in silence
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English
Alright
Yeah I pick the gun up
I put two shots in this motherf*ckers head
Still wondering why these motherf*ckers always want me dead
F*cks sake I need to get the f*ck out of here I can hear the sirens
Blood on the floor this motherf*cker bleeding in silence
Bust open the door I need to get to the first floor
F*ck he made it to the car now but there's witnesses at his door
F*ck now there yelling out that I ran out of the door
Put my foot on the pedal I need to get the f*ck out of here
So 12's been on my ass since I put my foot on the gas
F*ck don't even know how fast I was going
Still got a blunt in my hand this shit got me blowing
Finally lost them I didn't wanna end up in a coffin
Chase lasted so long now I'm in Boston
Laying in a motel bed with the guys image in my head
Shouldn't have played with me he wouldn't have been dead
F*ck gotta get rid of this gun
I can't have the murder weapon in my bed
Still remembering last week what that one guy had said
Hey man what you doing with that gun in your hand
You can't bring that shit around here why you think your the man
So I said to him
Please just mind your buisness
I need a two pack and one soda
Matter of fact add a bag of chips for messing my mood up
He put it in the bag and he said sorry about that
I didn't mean to mess your mood up but I was wondering you have a gun in your hand
So I told him
Reason why I have a gun in my hand
Is to keep the fake away and the real ones watchin
That got him to stop talking
And now I'm walking
Heading back to the car
I hear someone say stop walking
Put your hand up your under arrest for the murder of Wes
I put my hand in my pocket
Next thing I know I'm on the floor bleeding in silence
Yeah I pick the gun up
I put two shots in this motherf*ckers head
Still wondering why these motherf*ckers always want me dead
F*cks sake I need to get the f*ck out of here I can hear the sirens
Blood on the floor this motherf*cker bleeding in silence
Bust open the door I need to get to the first floor
F*ck he made it to the car now but there's witnesses at his door
F*ck now there yelling out that I ran out of the door
Put my foot on the pedal I need to get the f*ck out of here
So 12's been on my ass since I put my foot on the gas
F*ck don't even know how fast I was going
Still got a blunt in my hand this shit got me blowing
Finally lost them I didn't wanna end up in a coffin
Chase lasted so long now I'm in Boston
Laying in a motel bed with the guys image in my head
Shouldn't have played with me he wouldn't have been dead
F*ck gotta get rid of this gun
I can't have the murder weapon in my bed
Still remembering last week what that one guy had said
Hey man what you doing with that gun in your hand
You can't bring that shit around here why you think your the man
So I said to him
Please just mind your buisness
I need a two pack and one soda
Matter of fact add a bag of chips for messing my mood up
He put it in the bag and he said sorry about that
I didn't mean to mess your mood up but I was wondering you have a gun in your hand
So I told him
Reason why I have a gun in my hand
Is to keep the fake away and the real ones watchin
That got him to stop talking
And now I'm walking
Heading back to the car
I hear someone say stop walking
Put your hand up your under arrest for the murder of Wes
I put my hand in my pocket
Next thing I know I'm on the floor bleeding in silence
Writer: Orlando Allen
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid