Gun Walk - Sha Hef

Told these niggas I was on that bullshit

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You know we talk that gun talk, that gun talk

The hammer on me so I do that gun walk

Post up in the function like I’m Tim Duncan

Bitch I’m still bunkin, I’m slumped, sunk in the seat

Don’t miss a beat, you know we playing for keeps

'Round here you gotta kill what you eat

But doggy keep it discreet

I’ll kill any nigga breathing, just give me a reason

Lord is there Heaven for a heathen cause soon I’ll be leaving

These niggas change up like the seasons, we calling it treason

Nightlights, Stevie world, we still do it for Steven

Told these pussy rap niggas we nothing alike

They call me Hunnit Round Hef, but it’s nothing to fight

If I ain’t fuck your bitch yet she ain’t nothing I like

But the way she suck dick, I’m like fuck it I might

Ever since that Act' left I put Tech in my Sprite

That might have been the biggest L I done took in my life

I just popped like two bars, and it fucked up my night

Sipping and we geeking, so you know that we busting on sight

I get dumb high but I’m a low life

My uncle 55, he been slanging his whole life

I’m only 27, been banging my whole life

Most niggas turn snitches, been singing they whole life

Told these niggas I was on that bullshit

Mac-11, loaded with the full clip

You know we talk that gun talk, that gun talk

The hammer on me so I do that gun walk

That gun walk, do that gun walk, that gun walk

Do that gun walk, that gun walk

You know we do that gun talk, that gun talk

The hammer on me do I do that gun walk

Niggas do that gun walk, forty make me gun walk

I’mma let that gun spark when niggas do that gun talk

Niggas do that gun talk, desert make me gun walk

I’mma let that gun spark when niggas do that gun talk

See a pussy nigga, let the hammer go on his cameltoe

Get to running like a antelope, if you ill nigga, got the antidote

You a faggot and your mans a hoe

Pat niggas down, they don’t really wanna smoke

All these niggas know who tote, got dope weed and cheap coke

Turn a block into a ski slope, see a fiend and be like whatchu need folk

Niggas get to greedy talking, wash 'em up good, they ain’t really need soap

Fuck a runner running up, dead nigga who you think you running up

Used to serve baking soda to the junkies back when I was coming up

Momma told me go and get a job, and I did but it wasn’t enough

Had to go and get it all plus, now my niggas all living all plush

All these lil bitches all lust, you the small fry getting small bucks

Niggas they was getting slow bucks, now I’m here, niggas getting no bucks

All hustle and no luck, so a nigga gave no fucks

Voices telling me to go nuts, say it’s your turn, I’m like sure enough

Young nigga, I done glo’d up, y’all niggas gon' hoe up

My shit gon' go up, and y’all niggas gon' fold up

Told these niggas I was on that bullshit

Mac-11, loaded with the full clip

You know we talk that gun talk, that gun talk

The hammer on me so I do that gun walk

That gun walk, do that gun walk, that gun walk

Do that gun walk, that gun walk