Base Beats - Gucci Shotgun lyrics

[Intro:] Ultimate b**h It's a new day, b**h, mane Pretty boy, you feel me? Yeah man, it's your boy Lil B man I'm rockin' on these n***as, strong arming You feel me? Still gutta with it Still asleep, still waking up sh** daily man In that dream... [Verse 1:] I punish b**hes, I put Glocks on n***as It could be your f**ing kid that feel that f**ing trigger I came up so fast, I got whiplash Pa**ed the game so fast and I stole the cash I hit a lick so big I'm a goon again Now I'mma thug f**ing harder than I ever did The game up and down, n***a, like the stock market My mixtape game, n***a, it's the block market I never play for money I got no paper, my money in my family I got judged before the f**ing court of law Just took a couple deals for the money scandalous [Interlude] You know what I'm saying? You know them judges take that (You gon' come up boy) I'm gangsta, man, you know we got that money If you really connected to them bills, you feel me, them millions, you playin' them games [Verse 2: Lil B] I'm ... young, and I'm in California I'm a California boy with the Gucci shotgun Uzi shotgun, I usually pop one I put s**as underground like them indie movies Any movie I'm in, this sh**'s real Look me in my eyes, b**h, because my hustle's real I pop s**as over issue Like E-40, I'll take a life over my f**ing issue Like E-40, I love my n***as too I've never been a petty thief but I sell a brick flat b**h'll never speak, I use to buy Fake Jordans all up in the streets Now I'm that street n***a that could buy the f**ing sweep I beat the b**h, or I beat my ... (never, n***a) [Outro] I'm too gangsta n***a, no h*mo n***a That's for you p**y a** n***as man These n***as gettin' holes, we gettin' money you feel me Poppin' bottles, n***a, we do whatever I do man You know what I'm saying? Pick and choose the game n***a Ultimate b**h, n***a