Lil’ Wayne – Gunwalk Lyrics

[Hook]

I’m strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law

See me walking with a limp, that’s my gun walk

I don’t do no arguin’, I let the gun talk

I’m strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law

See me walking with a limp, that’s my gun walk

I don’t do no arguin’, I let the gun talk

And it’s no talkin’ back when my gun talk

See me walking with a limp, that’s my gun walk

That’s my gun walk, nigga that’s my gun walk

See me walking with a limp, that’s my gun walk

That’s my gun walk, nigga that’s my gun walk

[Verse 1]

Uh, fuck that nigga, ho ass nigga

Leave that nigga with a toe tag nigga

Barrel so long, you can pole dance, nigga

Run up in ya house, where the dope at nigga

Murder she wrote on a notepad nigga

Light that nigga up, smoke that nigga

Stomp that nigga, roast that nigga

I walk around with this shotgun and this bitch bigger than me nigga

Don’t open up yo fuckin’ mouth ‘cuz I’ll pull the trigger like teeth nigga

Shoot ’em up, then leave nigga

I smell summer’s eve nigga

We shoot first, it’s better

To give than receive nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Keep that ho shit over there

And we don’t shoot in the air

I can’t fuck with these niggas, man these niggas gummy bears

Hair trigger on the gun, I pull that muthafucka hair

It’s like man you can’t trust nobody, I don’t even have a trust fund

Don’t buck, nigga. Don’t stunt, nigga. Don’t duck, nigga, cause I duck hunt

Bitch rock with me, that Glock with me, that chopper with me, obviously

I’mma empty this muthafucka, that’s fifty shots, approximately

Now fuck with me, get fucked over

Emergency room: rushed over

Hollow tips, in the clip, my gun loaded: yours sober

I pull yo card like a lawn mower, fall back or I’m goin’ forward

I see you got yo gun drawn, I send you back to the drawin’ board

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]

Walkin’ round this muhfukka limpin’

Cuz the nose on the pistol ’bout as long as Scotty Pippen’s

On the molly and I’m twisted, throw ya body with the fishes

Double back around that corner and I’m bodying the witness

Uh, Real niggas don’t talk much, do drive by’s and walk ups

Lame rappers that talk much get a broke jaw, star struck

I don’t fuck with the lame niggas, I got good aim nigga

Pop a pill, pop you, my nick name is Pain Killer

I’m still that same nigga, Eastside I rep that

Pussy niggas better get right or where I see you, you get left at

Use the rifle as my crutch, that’s my gun walk

Or we can hold a conversation, let the guns talk

Gudda!

[Hook]