Kuniva - Gut Shots 4 lyrics

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You know kuniva’s taking no jive in his hand a cold cold .45

I mean next to magic johnson, the illest nigga alive

Walking staggering drunk in your aunt’s house

I’m slumpt on the couch, she sucked me off till she got her abdomen pumped

You ready to bang, boss nigga, coughed off flame

A run away slave for his freedom, I’m off the chain

Don’t get it twisted and david blained up

For playing tough, talking live and saying stuff

No one than K above

Chilling, mugsy bows on the break, I’m laying up

Give you and old sick con full of bullets state is enough

My verse mean, won’t leave the bank until they disperse green

You ass on the dope beat, what you, the twerk team?

Your ex bitch a known freak though

The last place you left with a hoe was home depo

Enough with the jokes was raised off easily

I approach and I’m a gambler at his last dollar going for broke

Gun told it reload it, controlling the crowd

Exploding shots, liar, you ain’t meeting no cuban down by the loading docks

Knock your head off your shoulders, use it as bowling balls

Plus the only beef that you talking bout in vostrogonof

You can’t eat good and feed the 10 grenola bar

Vile and you found burnt up in the trunk of a stolen car

I’m dolla mike with the speech, fighting the beast

You only gonn end up diced up, iced to deceased

Hoes we all cute on the outside and look all pirty

You just swallowed them cosmetics cause they inside urglry

Make no mistake, I fuck her if her hips is all curby

Accidentally, she gonn say that lunatic real dirty

Making moves like James Worthy, one eye closed, I aim squirty

Smack your face like pac in the brother rim, but I ain’t birdie

Walk in the grovery store, with an open sword

Close the door and rub it on the lips of a local whore

What you chokin for?

I send niggas a message before I clap em

Cause they walk around yappin like they were before platinum

The bitch I close the 10 so I’m bout to give more spazms

Not rappin, I mean giving your chick multiple orgasms

I get dough and the floss so ballin

So call your mens, and hit the strip club

Get a lap dance in joggin pants

And toss dollars, prop my feet up lovely

Irrsponsible drug dealer, blow my ree up money

Google me bitch, I’m crazy, you should read up for me

Hood rats bring me a list of hoes they beat up for me

I’m laughing, smoking queers in the back of a volkswagen

Shoot you and run to his folks pad, sit on the porch braggin

I never claimed king, I’m chillin in beijing

Rhyme ways over a ton kadija and reijin

I dare a person cross that gun line just one time

Kill em on the front line broad day in the sunshine

Diss some bitches, I just fuck with the hoes

Conducted interviews blow with residue on my nose

Fresh alcohol smell reeking out of my clothes

Promoter is mad I sleep in to miss all my shows

I’m wailin, stylin on you, niggas bitch material

And angry at the world like I took a piss in your cereal

Don’t get it twisted or the shots rained out

Yk swiss with the hoodie and the ball hang out

Came to your city the broads, yeah they all came out

I asked, what the fuck is these hoes niggas

They called your name out

Kuniva’s a tyrant, a cannon spitting char flame out

Legion detergent is urgent, getting all stains out

Wait, wait, you wrote down on some niggas?

Cause if you did, what do you call that?

A fruit roll up

You won’t stop until you cold inside that suit swoll up

Shot your boy at the laundry mat, watch your dude fold up

I told your brother matter fact nigga you know what?

Get out the cur and take a swing bitch if you so tough

He didn’t, he only sat there lookin suspicious

So I snapped him up, dinner time, 3 pieces and biscuits

Come on niggas, circus act, clear understanding

Fall off walking that tight rope, get hit with the cannon

I’m in your mom’s house, slow dancing, nigga we jammin

And you don’t wanna know about the freaky shit that she planned

Can’t help it, I’m a trouble maker, mom’s little boy

I’m like a murderer of hope, rob you out of your joy

You think it’s a toy? I push the button, bombs will deploy

Guys like me is probably the type you wanna avvoid

Fuck your ... your little beats, your record label, yoru wife

Your mixtape, your album, ep, your dj and life

I’m out here nigga, the tough talk is freaking me out

You wouldn’t ...when I pump pop the fun stop

From sun rise to sun drop,

Tonight’s the night like funk dop

Mike check, drunk in la, a chicken and waffles

6 spinnin, like I just turnt kids to chicken and brocols

Spitting a few hollows, I’m giving shawty something to swallow

Skeeting if I speak, she speak back you know it follows beatin

2pac voice, midwest marauder 3

It’s easy beein lyrical shit, it ain’t that hard to me.