Gatlin Gun* Dave (Ft. AJ Tracey)

[Intro: Dave]
Yeah
Tshh-tshh-tshh
Gatlin Gun
Mm-mm
Feel like we're doin' this
Yeah

[Verse 1: Dave]
I got a G 63, not a G five-five-oh-four-five-oh he's gonna get that done
True say my man, he violated Gatlin, I can't let that run
My young G flew too close to the sun
I coulda flipped out on him, but I'm showin' him love
Like that girl so I ain't gonna hit yet
As soon as I fuck, it's fucked, I'm fucked
South London where the cost of living and the price of property's high
You got a Rollie, my young G's'll probably try, and poverty's why
She already gave me the pussy, I'm giving her the CC bag as a parting gift
Got a shh on a shh, man party with it
You see how the gang dem barkin' at him
You evеr been robbed by a man that you planned on robbin'
And you're thinking, "Damn, this nigga's just likе me"?
It's pain, same way I'm letting it rain, true say, I don't take that lightly
Back then it was moves on bikes and deals on Dutch with a— unconscious
When I first had studio time, it was drug funded like the war on Contras
She's saying, she on contraception
I got a whole next type of protection
You ever see a grown man get a C-section?
This Rambo gonna cut through the tension (Wait)