Pop Smoke – Better Have Your Gun Lyrics

Better Have Your Gun

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"Better Have Your Gun." - Pop Smoke

Wednesday, 16 September 2026, 06:26 am

Album: Meet The Woo

Track No: 04

(Seen, because I am going to kill the fuckery over there
And people is going to be in demand of all the truth)

When you come to flossy, better have your gun
What's the key to the block? Better have your gun
Disrespect the gang, better have your gun
Or you dropping the woo, better have your gun
Talk down on my name, better have your gun
Or you reach for the chain, better have your gun
If you step on my Diors, Diors, better have your gun
Or you laugh at my pain, better have your gun, look

You shot in the air, is you scared of me?
2Pacs, I ain't mad at ya
Shot a nigga, he was laughing, huh
The same nigga crying after, huh
Put a pussy on a platter, huh
Shot your mans and now they adding up
Your mans down and now you mad as fuck
I fucked your bitch and then I'm passing her
What the fuck is you telling me? I got the pedigree
In the hood, I'm fighting felonies
It's a whole bunch of jealousy in the air
What the fuck a nigga telling me?
Shoot a nigga, go to jail for it
'Cause I know I got the bail for it
For my gun, I'll die for it
Get on the stand and lie for it
Half rapper, half drug dealer
Got a bird up on my wrist
Brought the McLaren to the hood
Niggas can't get into this
Late nights in Puerto Rico
Breaking down a half a kilo
Eating chicharrón with the people
Having an orgy with three hoes

When you come to flossy, better have your gun
What's the key to the block? Better have your gun
Disrespect the gang, better have your gun
Or you dropping the woo, better have your gun
Talk down on my name, better have your gun
Or you reach for the chain, better have your gun
If you step on my Diors, Diors, better have your gun
Or you laugh at my pain, better have your gun, look

Niggas talking 'bout a rhyme, I'm talking 'bout guns and crime
I'm fuckin' with you and yours if
You think that you fuckin' with mines
I'm a diamond in the rough, all I wanna do is shine
Late nights up in the 9, just know I keep a nine
I ain't with the bitching and snitching
I ain't with the politicking
Rather sit up in the jail
Or swim with the fishes
You ain't gon' ever catch me slipping
Off the 'Trón, I be sipping
Stove hot, I be whipping
Lot of heat up in kitchen
In the hills up in Cali
Pink Runtz, smoking mad weed
Fuckin' on a lil' mama
Lightskin with a jatty
I ain't a gangster if you ask me
But lil' nigga, don't put it past me
I put your body on standby
While I blow a dub like Max B

When you come to flossy, better have your gun
What's the key to the block? Better have your gun
Disrespect the gang, better have your gun
Or you dropping the woo, better have your gun
Talk down on my name, better have your gun
Or you reach for the chain, better have your gun
If you step on my Diors, Diors, better have your gun
Or you laugh at my pain, better have your gun

Better have your gun, better have your gun
Better have your gun, better have your gun
Better have your gun, better have your gun
Better have your gun, better have your gun
Better have your gun, better have your gun
Better have your gun, better have your gun
Better have your gun

Writer(s): Yoz Beatz, 808 Melo, Pop Smoke.

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