I've Got Literally Millions Of Guns

I've got literally millions of guns

I've got literally millions of guns

It sounds unlikely, but listen to me son

I've got literally millions of guns

Millions of guns to put the heat on these goons

I'm packed with iron like red meat and legumes

And every single gun I carry brings hard heat

Yeah, I said the kid is strapped like a car seat

Guns make me cool, I've discovered

'Cos I'm not your dad, but I've got loads of tools in the cupboard

So come for me at night, you'll find it distressing

I'll take shots in the dark like I'm wildly guessing

There'll be no ammo left once the bullets are sprayed

I'll clear out the chamber just like a maid

I'll pistol whip rappers, with my gun I'm hostile

These squares will get battered with the iron: waffles

Carrying a gun is my beautiful swag

I tote the strap: reusable bag

12 inch barrel on my machine gun's best

Yeah I'll serve you with the footlong sub: Eat Fresh

I've got literally millions of guns

I've got literally millions of guns

Paying for all the storage space isn't fun

I've got literally millions of guns

I stay ready gripping two guns that could click shots

On the pulse with both hands strapped like a wristwatch

I'll laugh as my two pistols clap and such

Haha, boom boom: Basil Brush

You'll blaspheme in shock at my nine millimetre

Arms out - "Jesus!" - Christ the redeemer

By day or by night, my gun totes a raw power

Call the chamber Ronnie Barker, cos it's open all hours

Step to my gun as I'm downtown amblin',

You'll get the nine fast, like a Countdown champion

Gun to your face, so you know it gets bad

I'll clap at your mug, son: world's best dad

Clutch an automatic rifle when I sleep to stay feared

Yeah I got the AR in bed, like beard

And sleep gripping a carbine for deadly purposes

I lay by the M4: Reading Services

I've got literally millions of guns

I've got literally millions of guns

Counting them all makes my trigger finger numb

I've got literally millions of guns

There'll be screams when I fire my weaponry

When I open up, there'll be cries: like therapy

My gun shoots clean and hardest

Your gun jams on display: farmers market

I'll fire my gun in the street and go viral

I mac entire crowds, no Michael

Gun's always loaded, yeah I'm an honest fellow

Grip the stick, big shell: Donatello

You'll know what I've got when I'm tucking chromes

With this .22 one be suspect, Holmes

Pop-a-dominant shot as I'm gripping the steel

I'll bharji-n with the cobra like an Indian meal

Cover the trigger, my sight is fixed

Two fingers on the biscuit: like a Twix

So my gun's to your head, and I better declare

I'm aimin' to that like I'm ending a prayer

I've got literally millions of guns

I've got literally millions of guns

I think you get the point, the rap is now done

I've got literally millions of guns