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5iveski - Project Handgun Lyrics



5iveski - Project Handgun Lyrics




Brought my bitch a handgun, got her a new blick
Only be round shooters gotta see if she can use it
Ain't no competition, we put belt to ass abusing
1500, 5L, we on top, bitch, ain't no losin

I see that they hatin', but I'm grateful cause they watchin
Can't f*ck around with no broke bitch, she just want you cause you poppin
Can't be no middleman, I get the product, flip the profit
Go chase a bag, or be broke in this life, you got two options

I've been out my body for a minute, think i need a priest
She think cause I got some money, she too good for Uber Eats
Hate a bitch that always got her hand out , I can't stand a leech
I just dropped me a yop inside my motherf*cking faygo peach

Put my phone on DND, I might miss out on some plays
Right now I'm up in the stu, hit ray money for that 8th
Lil Bitch asked me for a sample, she said, can I get a taste
She just asked me for some free shit, I think that that lil' bitch laced

We got guns up in this place, no, this shit ain't used for props
We the ones slide on the opps , talking down gone get you shot
Niggas cuffin' these bitches that be ran through, she just slide for top
We can never be the same, when I go up, Ill never flop

Only chase the bands, I ain't got no friends
Call that lil' bitch, lil' benzo, cause she stay off the Xans
I got me four bitches in my bed, two set of twins
1500, 5L never lose, we always win

Call me Mr., take yo' bitch, Ill sweep her off her feet
Used to work up at the factory, now niggas work for me
Geehcies stay droppin the 5 , so it's forever, f*ck the G
How the f*ck is you gon' slide up in that car if you on E

I just brought my Waka Flocka, that bitch spit like Rada Rada
Had to cut my dress, but I'm still gettin' high, just like a Rasta
You know what they say, a wood a day gon' keep away the doctors
My bitch hate when I'm outside cause she know that a nigga got options

So I brought my bitch a head gun, got her a new brick
Only be rounds shooters, gotta see if she can use it
Ain't no competition, we put belt to ass abusing
1500, 5L, we on top, bitch, ain't no losin
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Brought my bitch a handgun, got her a new blick
Only be round shooters gotta see if she can use it
Ain't no competition, we put belt to ass abusing
1500, 5L, we on top, bitch, ain't no losin

I see that they hatin', but I'm grateful cause they watchin
Can't f*ck around with no broke bitch, she just want you cause you poppin
Can't be no middleman, I get the product, flip the profit
Go chase a bag, or be broke in this life, you got two options

I've been out my body for a minute, think i need a priest
She think cause I got some money, she too good for Uber Eats
Hate a bitch that always got her hand out , I can't stand a leech
I just dropped me a yop inside my motherf*cking faygo peach

Put my phone on DND, I might miss out on some plays
Right now I'm up in the stu, hit ray money for that 8th
Lil Bitch asked me for a sample, she said, can I get a taste
She just asked me for some free shit, I think that that lil' bitch laced

We got guns up in this place, no, this shit ain't used for props
We the ones slide on the opps , talking down gone get you shot
Niggas cuffin' these bitches that be ran through, she just slide for top
We can never be the same, when I go up, Ill never flop

Only chase the bands, I ain't got no friends
Call that lil' bitch, lil' benzo, cause she stay off the Xans
I got me four bitches in my bed, two set of twins
1500, 5L never lose, we always win

Call me Mr., take yo' bitch, Ill sweep her off her feet
Used to work up at the factory, now niggas work for me
Geehcies stay droppin the 5 , so it's forever, f*ck the G
How the f*ck is you gon' slide up in that car if you on E

I just brought my Waka Flocka, that bitch spit like Rada Rada
Had to cut my dress, but I'm still gettin' high, just like a Rasta
You know what they say, a wood a day gon' keep away the doctors
My bitch hate when I'm outside cause she know that a nigga got options

So I brought my bitch a head gun, got her a new brick
Only be rounds shooters, gotta see if she can use it
Ain't no competition, we put belt to ass abusing
1500, 5L, we on top, bitch, ain't no losin
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Writer: Marriel Causey
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Performed By: 5iveski
Language: English
Length: 2:08
Written by: Marriel Causey

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