Gun High - Lord Infamous

I’m in this bitch gettin' gun high, yep, gun high

I can’t get right without my damn get-right

I can’t take fight if I ain’t got my supply

You niggas ain’t tight, mane you need some get-right

Scarecrow keepin' these gleamin' oz’s of scales like rainbow trout

Make your hoe frisky, skeet on her teeth

She need to taste your nuts

Straight from these real coca leafs

Your jaws drop, your eyes on high beam

Catch you out the streets I’m in and the carbine 15 will beam

Social animosity, I spray you like some (?)

(?) this thing, the heat burnin' me 3rd degree

Hope you got a platoon full of goons, Lord got mercenaries

Keyser barbarian, great white bull terrier

Murderous veteran, rigor mortis settin' in

Make your ass a vegetable, cut off yo damn testicles

Way too late for medical, cut off like umbilical

Your credit not credible, carnivorous, you edible

I’m in this bitch gettin' gun high, yep, gun high

I can’t get right without my damn get-right

I can’t take fight if I ain’t got my supply

You niggas ain’t tight, mane you need some get-right

You’re not formidable, it is so critical

Petty and pityful, pray for a miracle

It’s not forgivable, I am a (?)

Infamous nigga I get at with you

C4 is amazing — blow your house out the foundation

Get them damn machetes and hack you up like them haitians

Beat you, grab you, choke her, stab you

Shoot you, drag you, burn you to ash fool

Bitch nigga I ain’t got no soul

I walk up in your church, shoot you while you catch the holy ghost

I’m in this bitch gettin' gun high, yep, gun high

I can’t get right without my damn get-right

I can’t take fight if I ain’t got my supply

You niggas ain’t tight, mane you need some get-right