Proof get my gun Lyrics

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My whole outfit count clips
Get you're house lit the f___ up
You're spouse s___, and you're mouse clip
Betta' watch miscountliss, slugs imma send
Watch you hollow when the hollow tips go threw you're skin
I'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz i'mma see him
When I c___ back might put the door on you're friends
Make a run, gotta him, bust a slug on his chin
Ain't going no were like the drugs outta Kim
I'm a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb
Get a eye full of lid when I slight you're lights out
With a street cleaner, whipe you're life out
Bullets know at you're ears, like a Tyson fight bout
f___ the night clout, guns, clips...(I'M GONNA GET MY...)
f___ that run b____!
Hit the streets talks, chumps don't know me
?Aint no probably be home lonley?