Kuniva - Gut Shots 3 lyrics

rate me

I’m with my boys in the hood, spitting the filth

You ... swinging, in the air

Nigga please, a renegade on the mike

You never rhyme right

Yeah I’m hard to death, my barcode as a client’s life

Rip a rapper to shreds, shoot in and let the cake cry

Sing you to the ... for trying to snatch my yays off

Prolly...when I’m blazing your whole pad up

Strip you naked in the spot, portion of bad luck

I was down nigga, I’m back up

Homie back up,

Get your little soft ass smacked up either clapped up

Kuniva’s a rebel who hired the rebel

Supplying the shovel to my people

After I fired the medal, bitch

You rocking stilettos, I’m on another level

You talk chop when you get confronted you

Backpedal, a maniac with the bars

A brainiac and because

I was taught by bank proofs spraying hammers and jobs

A dirty dozen...slap a rap rapper dead in his mouse

Pray in his house, ...his spouse

I don’t care who’s there before you at the mouse

Leave you both sprayed on the couch...mouth

Enough bad talk, my lyrics alone kill on contact

When it’s time for dirt, niggas asking where Kuniva at

Homie, we ain’t family, don’t even bother to speak to mine

Laying bodies side by side looks like they equal sign

I hear them whispering “another one crazy

He’s unapproachable, is that that same robber from shining”

You damn right, you know my 8 time platinum dick

I’m a fat ugly bitch dildo, I’m back in this bitch

Fucking respect my son looking me

Like I’m the shit, nigga

My wife a real rap critics that I can spit

She ... dick, serious, baby you sick

But she might be a little ...because of the dick, haha

Cheesy laugh, don’t ask about my group nigga

No matter what, for them I still shoot niggas

We all family so you can get the shit without making it

You one of the people who never did shit

...wig, split up, who bust a shell of your wih

You wanna know the date you won’t feel nigga

What’s the use of spitting lyrical shit

It’s only 3rd grade grammar that I’m killing you with

Never tend minded, smooth criminal

Homie I would...walk in your house

Pimping your woman, some used genitals

Backpack rapping the g shit

I choose to do it all, even fuck the police shit

I post it up...handcuff you a bitch

Oh you still talking shit

Like bitches can get the dick

The same niggas who helped your hip hop selling mill

It’s funny how everybody talking bout doing bills

We did it, them bitches were saying it wasn’t real

Like it wasn’t created the same that we lack skill

But you can live

Now I drown in my enemy sink

My guns hyper over 5 hour energy drink

Get found dead, chickens get to blowing

That’s the true meaning of hip hop there

Now shake up...in your dreams, upper cutting you

And you so pissy, you probably gonna wake up bleeding

My motto for any emcee or dj

Grab a ... break it on your face, bash it instant replay

It’s all good, aim for the stars

It’s okay if you miss,

At least you’ll hit someone not on the entourage

The hip hop devil’s inside and hard to get out of

It’s crazy people thinking you’ll end up felon without it

It’s just me homie I don’t face but thug

All you’ll be a text message typing hurt with a mug

Told you once before nigga that this ain’t all rap

I’m bout to slap on a nigga, ...

I ain’t playing a game... and watch they brain splat

Marauder!