[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
I'm strapped up, n***a fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
I'm strapped up, n***a fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
And it's no talkin' back when my gun talk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, n***a that's my gun walk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, n***a that's my gun walk

[Couplet 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh, fuck that n***a, ho ass n***a
Leave that n***a with a toe tag n***a
Barrel so long, you can pole dance, n***a
Run up in ya house, where the dope at n***a
Murder she wrote on a notepad n***a
Light that n***a up, smoke that n***a
Stomp that n***a, roast that n***a
I walk around with this shotgun
And this bitch bigger than me n***a
Don't open up yo fuckin' mouth
Cause I'll pull the trigger like teeth n***a
Shoot 'em up, then leave n***a
I smell summer's eve n***a
We shoot first, it's better
To give than receive n***a
[Refrain: Lil Wayne]

[Couplet 2: Lil Wayne]
Keep that ho shit over there
And we don't shoot in the air
I can't fuck with these n***as
Man these n***as gummy bears
Hair trigger on the gun
I pull that muthafucka hair
It's like man you can't trust nobody
I don't even have a trust fund
Don't buck, n***a, don't stunt, n***a
Don't duck, n***a, cause I duck hunt
Bitch rock with me, that Glock with me
That chopper with me, obviously
I'mma empty this muthafucka
That's fifty shots, approximately
Now fuck with me, get fucked over
Emergency room: rushed over
Hollow tips, in the clip
My gun loaded: yours sober
I pull yo card like a lawn mower
Fall back or I'm goin' forward
I see you got yo gun drawn
I send you back to the drawin' board
[Refrain: Lil Wayne]

[Couplet 3: Gudda Gudda]
Walkin' round this muhfukka limpin'
Cuz the nose on the pistol 'bout as long as Scotty Pippen's
On the molly and I'm twisted, throw ya body with the fishes
Double back around that corner and I'm bodying the witness
Uh, Real n***as don't talk much, do drive by's and walk ups
Lame rappers that talk much get a broke jaw, star struck
I don't fuck with the lame n***as, I got good aim n***a
Pop a pill, pop you, my nick name is Pain Killer
I'm still that same n***a, Eastside I rep that
Pussy n***as better get right or where I see you, you get left at
Use the rifle as my crutch, that's my gun walk
Or we can hold a conversation, let the guns talk
Gudda!

[Refrain (x2): Juicy J & Lil Wayne]
I'm strapped up, n***a fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
And its no talkin' back when it go off (You speechless x8!)
When I cock back!

[Outro: Lil Wayne] (x2)
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, n***a that's my gun walk


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