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That's Why I Carry Lyrics - Singles - Underground Kingz

Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way 

That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day 

 

Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way 

That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day 

 

Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way 

That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day 

 

Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way 

That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day 

 

My nigga, you done pushed the wrong button I ain't never ran this hot 

Now you the number one nigga I wanna whoop the piss out 

And this not a threat, bet that, I ain't gonna let that shit slide 

Gotta get that bitch right, want him dead by midnight 

I followed him from his crib to the crack spot 

I watched him go in and come back out, I got ready to pull the Mac out 

Sandwiched him by the feeder of 610 

Unloaded the pistol, now dirt is now what his dick in 

Shit, I seen a slab get stripped 

The discs, seats, and sound gone, and candy paint burnt to a crisp 

These niggas gettin' hated on for the '84s that they skated on 

Jackers in the dark alley waited on 

The fool comin' out the gamblin' shack 

Pistol to his back, took 4 ounces of crack, and a fat doja sack 

That's why I pack, my nigga, that's why I pray 

'Cause where I stay I got to carry my muthafuckin' gun every single day 

 

Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way 

That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day 

 

Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way 

That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day 

 

Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way 

That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day 

 

Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way 

That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day 

 

The p-l-e-x is crowding all my space 

'Bout to pop this motherfucker cause he standing in my place 

He selling on my block, jacking from my boys 

They coming on our side throwing down and talking noise 

Now, I occupy my time hustling and getting paid 

He occupying his time trying to get boys for they blades 

Getting 'em for they Chevy 'Burbans, they jumping out of who doos 

Coming down swinging, jumping out of candy blues talking 'bout give it up smooth 

Baby boy, it's some hating going on in P.A 

Mostly over stinky bitches and who sold the most yay 

Niggas stunting, pulling pistols ending up in the grave 

When I pull I always pop, that's why I'm living today 

Girl-ass niggas 'causing plex between friends 

And when you bust on your boy don't neither one of y'all niggas win 

You end up killing somebody that you really ain't wanna kill 

Over a pussy-ass nigga that's showing ho-type skills 

 

Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way 

That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day 

 

Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way 

That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day 

 

Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way 

That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day 

 

Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way 

That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day 

 

Coming from the small town of madness, late night its all murderers 

Player haters, scan'lous hoes, and 'Lac-driving slab hurters 

Acting bad after 8, you can catch us on the late 

Rolling dice, blowing, and sipping on the bar straight 

We got the red drank, orange drank, purple drank 

Laughing at these mark hoes that say they never heard of drank 

Half-gallon Big Gulp, Big Red, big cup 

Drink mixed up, blowing sweets, and lighting sticks up 

Now in my new world, slow down, I can see 

Niggas talking shit, trying to see if what they said got to me 

But ho-ass type of skills say a lot to me 

You just gon' fuck around and get yourself shot, to be 

Or not to be, motherfuckers plot to see me crack 

Under pressure, so they just impress a nigga to see me react 

These niggas try to start me down like a scary clown 

Don't dare me, 'round here we fuck your game up like Larry Brown 

And carry pounds of killer 'round like groceries 

With a presence that make you not want to stand close to me 

Talking about we s'posed to be brothers 

Don't make me laugh motherfuckers 

You chose to be on the side opposing me 

Don't matter what coast you be 

From, Bun and C will light your world up explosively 

 

Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way 

That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day 

 

Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way 

That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day 

 

Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way 

That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day 

 

Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way 

That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day 

 

Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way 

That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day 

 

Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way 

That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day 

 

Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way 

That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day 

 

Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way 

That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day 

 

Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way 

That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day 

 

Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way 

That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day 

 

Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way 

That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day 

 

Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way 

That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day 

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Copyright: Atv Music Publishing Llc, Sony

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