Uploaded June 2020 | Updated September 2026, 1 hour ago

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Lyrics:
Running away, that is not my forte
Don’t bring it to me. Or my way

I know the sight of a gun makes you squeamish/ Can’t help it I was born in Texas/
Keep my head on a swivel and alert/
What it’s worth, it’s a perk we assigned guns at birth not absurd..
That we choose to keep it on our hip/
Inside the waistband with the siggy sig sig/
Smith & Wesson we don’t say it for the bragging/ I’d rather have and not needed than need it and not happen to have it

Hook: Sorry. It’s you I don’t need
Can’t help me nor save me
That nine, gives me some peace of mind
Can’t threaten me nor phase me

Gun control what they spout/
Funny ‘cause control is all it’s bout/
Let me be as clear as can be/
I don’t care about what the other countries do, what that gotta do with me/

My voice. My choice. He’s scared. Unprepared

I don’t care that you’re scared of a rifle.
You don’t even know what’s a magazine,
Pipe down!

The police don’t protect and you march.
You’re scared of ARs and you want me disarmed/
Don’t get it twisted if I had to I’d box but you are my enemy bro both you and the cops.
My first take’s to de-escalate but don’t make the mistake of threatening me or my family if you value your chest space
‘cause I’m shooting center mass