Guns n Bells

Where that nigga trap?
Where that boy at?
Might piss on these niggas like a doggy mat
One million I need way more than that
Red bottoms, my shoes matching my hat
Shoutout to Simple City, free Lil' Hec
I was locked up askin' COs for wraps
Rest in peace OG Bob, he had pounds in the trap (Let's get it)
Guns and bells, uh
Guns and bells
Guns and bells, uh
Guns and bells, yeah
Guns and bells (Ayy)
Guns and bells
Guns and bells, uh
Guns and bells
Glocks and scales
I’m shooter, bitch, I might to Hell
I know some secrets that I never will tell
Good gas nigga come take a smell
Some of them niggas ain’t send me no mail
I’m a rich shooter I know you can tell
My father the plug, with me guns and bells
Where that nigga stay?
Where that nigga trap?
Where that boy at?
Might piss on these niggas like a doggy mat
One million I need way more than that
Red bottoms, my shoes matching my hat
Shoutout to Simple City, free Lil Hec
I was locked up asking CO’s for REC
Rest in peace OG Bob, he had pounds in the trap
Flex on 'em (Fuck it up), shine on 'em (Fuck it up)
Gas on deck let me grind on 'em (Fuck it up)
Just caught a flight check the time on 'em
My niggas ain’t fighting, got the iron on 'em (No)
She gave my brother head, put that mind on him (That brain on 'em)
Piss a nigga out like ironin' on 'em
Fuck signing with em' nigga, man I’m signin' 'em
Rich shoota shit, bitch I’ma ride for 'em
Guns and bells (Guns, 30s)
Glocks and scales (Glocks)
I’m shooter bitch I might to Hell (Let's get it)
I know some secrets that I never will tell (What up)
Good gas nigga come take a smell
Some of them niggas ain’t send me no mail (TEC-9)
I’m a rich shooter I know you can tell
My father the plug, with me guns and bells
Gang
Guns and bells
Guns and bells