[nashawn (chorus)]
buss my guns for the one i love
i buss my guns for the one i love
i buss my guns for the one i love
i buss my guns for the one i love
[verse 1]
yoand' do you wanna live or do you wanna die
iand'll throw you off the bridge wit a bullet in ya eye
like a river in tha sky, youand'll be floatin in tha air
got to see ur mother cry at the wake of tha year
iand'll give her a hug and tell her be strong then
smack her in tha face wit a fourty-four long
i know i be wrong, dats how i get it on
i hope yall acknowledge the hook on this song
i got macs and tecs, snug, revovlers, oozies
i got and'em, gauge no problem, calicos, aks,357and's
nine millyand's trey aint send you to heaven
i gave my lady a 380, a 22, a two five, bitch went crazy
popin forever, one for all
bravehearted we stand nigga fuck all yall
[nashawn (chorus)]
buss my guns for the one i love
i buss my guns for the one i love
i buss my guns for the one i love
i buss my guns for the one i love
[verse 2]
yoand' stop playin iand'm layin for my dawgs
i would die for, cabbage patch this niggas
souls in the sky more, shots rang, glocks bang,
hot thangs, leave and'em wit his watch and rang
stop and aim, iand'm ? top soil get my rocks off
for my family, you a corpse, what you thought
for my seeds i even let the wrong man bleed
sit there wit tha right one and give and'em three
see me, donand't think cause iand'm on tv
dat a nigga wonand't massacre ya family
i love guns, and bustin and'em off for loved ones
get it done, big or small one even for funds
i love cash, for loot, i kill yoand' ass
brains through tha roof of tha coupe
i watch the blood splash
and i hate most dudes dat aint my blood
and i buss my guns for the one i love
[nashawn (chorus)]
buss my guns for the one i love
i buss my guns for the one i love
i buss my guns for the one i love
i buss my guns for the one i love
[verse 3]
i buss guns for the ones i love
i leave a nigga leakin for somethin
them guns straight quicker and quicker
he seek its comin, my nigga jung
jumpin on niggas,da shells is dumpin
no fingerprints,shoot again these muthafuckas donand't make sense
sayin dat me and my niggas canand't win, why
see tha guns pointed at ya face
plus ya clique surrounded cause they fake
they die, see my attitude, bust a
muthafucka for food, now iand'm mad at you
hit you then i toss tha tool
never sober, shoot niggas and run and'em ova
gee wiz, bh, iand'ma test a qb soldier
i run away wit yoand' head in my arms
like ? them muthafuckas take to tha streets
them bravehearts, shootin on these
muthafuckin faggots
go and'head nigga pull ya gun iand'ma grab it then
[nashawn (chorus)]
buss my guns for the one i love
i buss my guns for the one i love
i buss my guns for the one i love
i buss my guns for the one i love
