Gun Fetish Lyrics - Dezzy Chamberland

I gotta I gotta I gotta I gotta 

x 2 

(Hook) 

that A.K go 

that Baretta go 

that Shotty go 

that Desert Eagle go 

i gotta gun fetish i gotta gun fetish I gotta gun fetish I gotta gun fetish 

x 2 

fuck you want I got goons by the door 

the fuck you think I got 'em for 

niggas aint beefin no more 

they'll carry your body to the morgue 

these niggas betta stop it 

we got them hammers we'll put nails up in your coffin 

I'm sick of niggas and them hollows them 'em coughin 

And if he lives there's no way that niggas walkin 

These niggas turnin bitch like they dressed in drag 

A sleeping trip to hell get the black zipper bags 

All my niggas they rounded up and when that barrels in your face its looking dark as fuck 

You better get up out my face 

That SK get to spraying faster than some mace 

When it rains they say it pours 

Shits all sweet till my niggas at your front door 

(Hook) 

I'm something you can't ignore 

100 rounds spit everywhere like it's on tour 

You do drive by's I put shells through your door 

I'll have him leaking like I opened up his pores 

I'm fucking crazy try me nigga 

You can't even eat if you don't run it by me nigga 

I aint gotta carry guns my goons they fire triggers 

Gun shells hit you hard and run right through you like its liquor 

You can hate me nigga go head and try to scheme 

Silencers equipped on infrared beams 

You aint got my bread well I got this toast 

I'll Sunday school a nigga make him get the Holy Ghost 

I'm semi-holding ch-ch-ch-choppa loaded 

I'll leave him stinkin in the forest with his skin corroded 

So you can keep talkin shit boy 

You eating breakfast my goons at your back door 

(Hook) 

I gotta gun fetish I gotta gun fetish 

I get pissed and all you hear is (rat tat tat tat tat tat) 

x 2 

tell these niggas I aint playing with 'em 

fuck a wrong place wrong time his homies laying with 'em 

I'm something you cant ignore 

I love the smell of gore 

(Hook)