run I got a gun

Run run bitch I got a gun,,,,,run kick your feet,hurry down the street,kick concrete,I'm so unique,n I'm at my peek,my brain it does leak,aww skeet skeet,here's a treat,teeth meet my meat,suck then repeat,I bring the heat,I shoot the shot,I lit the blunt I smoked the pot,n I like smoke alot,also I do plot,beam me up uncle Scott,I see a hoe a dirty thot,n she wants what I got,what's in my sights,I know my rights,n bitch I won many fights,words excite,I know you have a bite,n my plight,is to take flight,o he just might,I think he will,he might murder he might kill,he has no chill,n that's for real,I feel what I feel,then let it reveal,maybe spill,all of my skill,I am sick I'm fucking I'll,I need a shot maybe a pill,I need to eat gimmie my meal,feel my gun the cold steel,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,I aim then shoot,and I am Groot,taking your loot,hurry run now scoot,I give a hoot,a flying fuck,bullets fly you better duck,don't test your luck,or you'll get stuck,from the game I was plucked,I was picked,you got pimped you got tricked,dirty how now suck a dirty dick,n I just hit a hella lick,I'm oiley super slick,and I keep a stick,times running out it sure does tick,my gang my fucking click,now we're all just got fucking rich,we stole this shit,every little bit,I'm strong arming staying fit,yes I did it,I fucking did,then I fucking hid,I think I flipped my lid,I flipped my rocker,I whip the work Betty crocker,I drained my self I pulled the stopper,my gun my hip hopper,my body dropper,