Running away, that is not my forte Don’t bring it to me. Or my way
I know the sight of a gun makes you squeamish Can’t help it I was born in Texas Keep my head on a swivel and alert What it’s worth, it’s a perk we assigned guns at birth not absurd.. That we choose to keep it on our hip Inside the waistband with the siggy sig sig Smith & Wesson we don’t say it for the bragging/ I’d rather have and not needed than need it and not happen to have it
[Chorus] Sorry. It’s you I don’t need Can’t help me nor save me That nine, gives me some peace of mind Can’t threaten me nor phase me
Gun control what they spout Funny ‘cause control is all it’s bout Let me be as clear as can be I don’t care about what the other countries do, what that gotta do with me
My voice. My choice. He’s scared. Unprepared
I don’t care that you’re scared of a rifle You don’t even know what’s a magazine Pipe down! The police don’t protect and you march You’re scared of AR's and you want me disarmed Don’t get it twisted if I had to I’d box but you are my enemy bro both you and the cops My first take’s to de-escalate but don’t make the mistake of threatening me or my family if you value your chest space ‘cause I’m shooting center massTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.