Real Hits Productions

I ain't even having fun, pierce me with the gun
I ain't never gonna run, pierce me with the gun
Leave my heart all stunned, pierce me with the gun
Pierce me with the gun, pierce me with the gun

Take your gun and just shoot through me
Hit me with your big Uzi
Treat me like some cheap floozey
The opposite of new Gucci
They talk, they hate, they spraying me
The bullets is invading me
The love is just evading me
I need someone to cradle me
Every time you hate is like pulling your trigger backwards
But oh, while I smack herbs
I'm getting shit that I deserve
Why should I spend my time worried about some losers
Trying to shut me down
XP Computers
MP the one, show you boys how to get it
I'm ripping up the raps like a paper that's wetted
The flow so frozen, no time for the dozing
Sleepers for the weakest peeps
cnd counting sheeps between the sheets
Me, rather count money
Slapping ass, come here honey
Every time I get a check
Spend it cause my life is sunny
But you a hater, dying to shoot Pape
So pull your gun out quick and just make it my last date

I ain't even having fun, pierce me with the gun
I ain't never gonna run, pierce me with the gun
Leave my heart all stunned, pierce me with the gun
Pierce me with the gun, pierce me with the gun

I ain't even having fun, pierce me with the gun
I ain't never gonna run, pierce me with the gun
Leave my heart all stunned, pierce me with the gun
Pierce me with the gun, pierce me with the gun