SON OF A GUN

Ha! No chip on my shoulder, I'm rocking that mowa, my bitch is a soldier

Can't fuck with no poser, can't fuck with no poser, I bully, I dose her

She can't stand next to me, that bitch rock fashion nova

I'm rockin' that Mason Mason, dare a bitch to take it, take it

I flick my wrist, it never tick, crashing out, I never spin

Talkin' a bin, do it again, buss at ya mans, buss at ya

Count up the money, can't sleep on the racks

Buss shit down, beat up the packs

Don't let 'em put batteries up in your back

Keep throwing dirt like I ain't seeing that

Bleed that ho, make her put her on a pad

Son of gun don't run when I come

Son of gun don't run when I come

Son of gun don't run when I come

Son of gun don't run when I come

Son of gun don't run when I come

Son of gun don't run when I come

You gon' do what?

Son of a gun don't run when I come

Son of a gun don't run when I come

I'm on all get back, I want my lick back

I want drama, tell bitches click back

This ain't a diss track, more like a warning

I don't rock that shit, hoes made it corny

She forgot what she said, okay, Miss Dory

Hoes make a new page to watch my story

And my house four stories

In that ho like Cory

I could never rap boring, uh

I flick my wrist, it never tick, crashing out, I never spin

Talkin' a bin, do it again, buss at ya mans, buss at ya

Count up the money, can't sleep on the racks

Buss shit down, beat up the packs

Don't let 'em put batteries up in your back

Keep throwing dirt like I ain't seeing that

Bleed that ho, make her put her on a pad

Son of gun don't run when I come

Son of gun don't run when I come

Son of gun don't run when I come

Son of gun don't run when I come

Son of gun don't run when I come

Son of gun don't run when I come

You gon' do what?

Son of a gun don't run when I come

Son of a gun don't run when I come