Icerocks - Guns In The Playpen lyrics

[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren] n***as be faker than the war against d**, let's get political I live my life by rollin' dice, peace to my digital Critical thinkin', in the back seat of a Lincoln Each day's a canvas, every time I make a choice is inkin' Sometimes I wish the ink would smear, holdin' my pistol near Standin' in the fog,stil on my job and seein' crystal clear Seen n***as disappear, resurface actin' nervous Life is worthless when you walk around this earth without a purpose Guns in the playpen, poisons in the babyfood Had the world above my shoulders, currently it's gettin glued p**y poppin' perfectly when dancin' make my pants protrude Keep it a hundred, never frontin' so my stance is rude Apparently casually ill, asymptomatic Fabric civil, but I keep it ratchet, fully automatic gadget Defeatin' odds like Magic Johnson beat AIDS Before this rap sh**, we got it movin' grams of the beige P's of the green, seasoned with cream, feverly team Salmon strips sauteed, bathin' in steam, peace to my nourishment Watchin' n***as on my team win, thanks for encouragement It's winnin' season, never treason, and keep it floruishin' [Verse 2: Gabbie Giftsz] Shooters in the playpen, take life I say when Actin' up, fill you up with bullets, you could play dead Angels wouldn't let him in, trips back to earth I think my demons be the reason why your man up in the dirt Prolly wanna sin, threw all of my quarters in, they couldn't change Never disappear, either multiply or rearrange Lil n***as catch that case, keep my hands clean Woman with the ratchet, I'm ladylike if you ask me Super-soaker with bullets, backpack with d** Not ketchup on this Polo, nah n***a that sh** blood Yeah blood, I know these n***as love to hate ya Cuz your life is a movie 'til I Leonardo Decapitate ya Activate you, separate the men from the toddlers Illiterate from the read is it from the ??? Out ???, you prolly jealous, no pretendin' f** your new beginning cuz your n***a givin' happy endings, b**h [Outro: Gabbie Giftsz] Oh I was supposed to be talkin' sh** Yeah n***as, f** all y'all I did this verse with a f**in' fur coat on I had a 40 in my hand, a blunt between my fingers And yo' n***a lickin' my coochie