DGAG (feat. J Xpert) Video (MV)

My daddy's got a gun, my daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun, you better run
My daddy's got a gun, my daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun
Look
F*ck this bitch
Don't even try back out no weapon This .40, got kick it, send it you straight to heaven
Wit Sevvans, we stressin' our opps in a Benz and we stay causin wreck a message wit no letter on bro
Niggas know I got the pole, when I spot me the D's I'm gone like G.I. Joe
Got the pole, cannot throw until I'm off the scene cause this shit can get fatal, take em off the throne
See, people I don't like lil' nigga that smile high With the doubles better duck, you see them bullets fly
Swish cheese that V, if you see it, full of guys, and I know so many lucky ones who could've died
Better run cause I'm menacing up on the J Boy is not gangsta, punched him in his face
His eyes red like I sprayed him with some mace Have fun in the city, he'll soon get put away
How you dissin' on me, shit is tragic What happened to you
I ain't gon' say too much But if he said he got me and Jayden, well that isn't true
Everything he did was so extra He don't know better, he just cap for the views
I see a lot of ya doin shit for recognition, I'm real when I rap in the booth
Like DAMNNN shit is crazy, How you lied on my name for attention
To be honest, that shit couldn't phase me Shit be different, I'm feelin' the tension
Dish it out, but you can't even take heat So I'm hopin' that you got the message
She gon' play with the balls like Tracy You a thot and you movin' too reckless
No, I don't give a f*ck what you gotta say Last night Hennessy, now it's the Wok today
I could've had you eatin' at my table You actin' phony as if you never got a plate
So f*ck it, they said what they said But either way I've been gettin' the bread
You wanna lie, then leave it and cry But you in disguise, we can't settle as friends
He got away alive, so I'm back with the tan Lil' nigga better pray we don't catch him again
But I'm back with the Makks and the Hatz and the Benz
JB Sleeze gonna pack him and wrap him again I might sit back, put some racks on his head
And relax while the gats shoot his back til he dead
Preme got racks, movin tact with the lead And the Double G gang, tryna kill 'em a S
Look, and that drill was a mess Look, but it was a success
Damn, now that nigga dead
Me and Jayden like Duncan and Parker Never mess on the track, it's a green beam
And you said you wanna get it started But I promise you won't ever see me
And this bitch make her allegations I don't have no patience when it comes to that crazy shit
We ain't chill anymore, you can set up the door And I promise we ain't never takin flics
You a smut, after this shit, I'm never addressing you
Can't apologize, I ain't accepting it But they know who I been writing this letter to
Bitch, get in my way, now you better move I'm with Jayden, he yellin', I'll double
If you don't got a reason, better get a few Cause if not, then it's gonna be trouble
Like damn
Daddy's got a gun, my daddy's got a gun
Damn shake that shit like damn
AhhaHhhahHHhaAhh
AHHHH
Better run, better run, run run run run run
Never get in my feelings for a f*cking smut If I hear she the line, my .40 comin' tucked
Cannot filter this knock it shoot at anyone And I know Sevvans down to shoot at anyone that's cap btw
And he got a .30, not just any gun And I been through they block, it's full of plenty fun
I spin through the hill, I'm f*cking all the huns I spin through the hill, I'm f*cking all the huns
Like damn
Like what, like what? Damn
Ah, double, double, double, double, double, double, damn
Yo, I'm off this
Got thotties they on me yeah they wanna do me, smoking opps, yeah, I'm smoking on shhhh