Ammo

I got a ton of ammo
I ain't ever runnin' low
I ain't a pistol
But these bars are missiles

Round after round
You see I'm getting low
Never underestimate the bars and the flow
Fill me, cock me, shoot me
Only dirty minds will see this as ew
My trigger is hypersensitive, don't be rough
Dats tuff if I fly high and you stay low
Why fall, rapid fire all around
Just drop the AK and move to the rifle
Moving at the speed of light, I'll pierce you in the chest
The heart's a pot of gold I don't need to say the rest
Body armour made for protection
In other words, you are more if you are a pro tech and shunned
Kill me, it'll be the only thing you're good for
Cause once I'm dead you'll be the one they look for
I spit like a tennis ball machine
Doesn't stop until someone cuts off my scheme
Falling into snow, you'd think I'd freeze
But I'm so hot that I melt the snow clean
Surrounded by walls with people sellin guns
What do ya call that, Walmart
If I had turtles, I'd kick them so hard, they'd hit a car
Car would spin, differences apart, call it Mario Kart
I see an ad online, vice president selling ammo
He gave me good words, that's called advice
Minute and a half later, I'm still spitting
Don't mistaken this for the end, no such thing as quitting
Oh one more thing, here's something you need to know

I got a ton of ammo
I ain't ever runnin' low
I ain't a pistol
But these bars are missiles

I got so much ammo
I'm locked and loaded
Bullets flying at you like a peregrine falcon
Rapping on the beat with my homie shoutout Dalton
Thunderbust that pussy y'all already know she call me captain
I got ammo like I'm Rambo
Feeling crazy go commando
Turn them insides inside out
Armor my clip on your clit
Lazerbeef potato grip
Blasting heads I never miss
Ammuntion in this bitch

I got a ton of ammo
I ain't ever runnin' low
I ain't a pistol
But these bars are missiles