Show Me Ya Gun Lyrics - Singles - Ryan Mattel

What is this "rap game" that everybody has been talking about? 

I kinda wanna play! 

All y'all bitches get lost once we bump the system 

Beat so sick you gotta jump in 

Techno, rave-rap, keep 'em dancin' 

Electro in your face now 

We love the reggae, we dance at parties 

Boost the bass, yeah, just keep 'em jumpin' 

My brain is melting, this thizz ain't helping 

That is okay, I'll keep on jumping 

Turn up the volume, make it louder 

F*** your neighbors, where's the power? 

If they step up, we'll turn sour 

Glocks with open fire 

Call my buddy, he's hitman for hire 

You wanna mess with this bitch right here 

I'll do bad like Michael Meyers 

Code to fire 

In 3, 2, 1 

Walkin' down the street 

Everybody's lookin' at me 

Like there was jewels drippin' off of me 

Check your DJ, he needs some training 

We get some paper, we make it rain here 

We keep three hoes bitch, we need some reindeer 

Spit that right high, pull up in your high chair 

Come over here and breath your last breaths of fresh air 

So, um 

Rum, bum, shimmy dun dun 

come over here and show me ya gun (x2) 

come over here it's open season 

Rum, bum, shimmy dun dun 

come over here and show me ya gun (x2) 

come over here it's open season