Handgun (feat. NoCap & Polo G)

Yeah
The lil' bad boy did it
Been a long time since I had no feelings (Yeah)
Trying not to smash on niggas
In and out of town and the bag on different (Bag)
Can't get in my pants, can't fit in (D-Diego)
My bitch just brought me a brand new pistol (B-B-Bankroll got it)
Handsome nigga with a handgun with me
All these niggas talking 'bout real nigga shit (Yeah)
What you know about real nigga shit?
I'ma die for my family or sit in the pen (Pen)
Fuck you mean, I'm as real as it get
She just got her hair done and she sent me a pic (Mwah)
I get home, she gon' sit on my dick
We was broke as the fuck tryna get us an M
Drive for me, I'ma hit me a lick
These niggas sit around talking all day like some hoes,
that ain't how a real nigga get rich (Froze)
A years worth of rent on my wrist
I been through some shit to get this (Yeah)
I know you lil friendly niggas lost a whole lotta friends to get rich
And that's why I don't fuck with friendly
niggas now and really never did, you dig?
Yeah
The lil' bad boy did it
Been a long time since I had no feelings (Yeah)
Trying not to smash on niggas
In and out of town and the bag on different (Bag)
Can't get in my pants, can't fit in
My bitch just brought me a brand new pistol
Handsome nigga with a handgun with me
New Patek, hundred bands on my wrist
Can't take no chance, keep my stick
Bro score, ain't no chance, he might miss
Put that beam on his head, we strike shit
Hollows explode from cans like, "Oh shit"
Day ones, only clan I roll with
Amiri my pants, Dior kicks
In my bag, I just flex on my old bitch
Got on they ass, now they say I'm the GOAT
But I don't really think that I hear that enough
She see I'm popping now, I'm in her throat
I remember back then she wasn't giving it up
I went from Gucci to Prada to Dolce and Louis
Like lately I'm switching it up
I keep a Glock in my Louis and two other shooters
Like who gon' get busy with us, oh
Yeah
The lil' bad boy did it
Been a long time since I had no feelings (Yeah)
Trying not to smash on niggas
In and out of town and the bag on different (Bag)
Can't get in my pants, can't fit in
My bitch just brought me a brand new pistol
Handsome nigga with a handgun with me
Cap, why you got all these bottles in the car? (Huh?)
'Cause bitch, it's just me and DaBaby
Cap, why you don't beef on Instagram with niggas? (What?)
'Cause that shit'll make me look crazy
Go to Heaven, I'll still sit in the cut,
I'm a hell-raiser (Forgive me)
I was dead broke, yeah, zero (Nothing)
Niggas looked at me like Jayson (Jersey)
Now they see they bossed on
Now they look at me like Tatum (Celtics)
I'ma fuck all these bitches,
I patriots, now they look at me like Brady
I have no more opps now, they play, we spin they block down
Someone come and woo-woo, I think that's the cop sound (Skrrt)
Yeah
The lil' bad boy did it
Been a long time since I had no feelings (Yeah)
Trying not to smash on niggas
In and out of town and the bag on different (Bag)
Can't get in my pants, can't fit in
My bitch just brought me a brand new pistol
Handsome nigga with a handgun with me



Credits
Writer(s): Diego Javier Avendano, Taurus Tremani Bartlett, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Taylor Banks, Joel Banks, Kobe V. Crawford
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