Da Gun Gucci Mane (Ft. Ca$h Out & Waka Flocka Flame)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
You keep talkin' that shit, muhfucka
You'll make me mad, I'mma get my cutter
Get my M16, my MAC-11, my K, I'mma call my brother
Matter fact, I don't need no 'nother
Nigga, I ain't even gotta call my brother
This lil chopper gon' take care of all that drama
17, I don't need no mother
I got pain, I killed the pen and I killed the paint job
Rocket launcher, crazy gun like in Super Contra
Kangaroo pouch with the strap, it's down under
Satellite dish, turtle top dunk, cowabunga
Got them black shades, can't see shit, Stevie Wonder
And I'll shoot a nigga in his shit, you better run, bruh
"Gucci got a gun, he 'bout to click, better run swift"
I just wanna shoot, don't wanna hit, got a four fifth
My niggas'll shoot yo' ass for shit, they like 4-6
MAC-11, don't keep it at home, got it right here

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Bag full of guns, let me pick out one
Whomever wanna test, let that bad man come
Who wanna war? Let come, bet the game begun
Because I murk niggas for fun, man, I kill for fun, for fun
Flocka got a gun, please put down the gun
Gucci got a gun, please put down the gun
Flocka got a gun, please put down the gun
Gucci got a gun, please put down ya gun!