Ak47
Rollin up a wood
An Ima smoke it to the beat
"Glock red beam
Kept my ass sturdy in the street"
Trigger finger itchen
Like that bitch caught a new desease
Mask down stick "em up
Or we gone raise them 33's
Okay now what you talking bout
Fuck around ain't no talk it out
I, came from the battle ground
Police came here to chalk him out
You running from the meet up
Couple thousand in the duffle
"Made his legs buckle
Bet his ass regretting all the trouble"
This large cash quantity
Boy who you know as hot as me
I really hit the lottery
Slightly upping my target fee
Horrified of this part of me
Killing is like a comedy
Laugh while he try body me
Teach him to do it properly
I got them got them sayin oh snap
He the dealer with a back pack
Scary mutha fucka
"Straight facts An all that"
An I been trying quit the drug game
I can not holdback
A couple hundred every night
Got me relapsing with this cash
An I ain't fucking with these lames
I pull up you ain't the same
Got a bitch to hype you up
An now it's fuckin with your brain
Why you crying when you shot
Pussy you just played the game
No that boy he ain't religious
But he prayed to god today
An I'm ready to beat the case
Who ready to catch a fade
You gone fuckin die tryin
I'm going out with a bang
We pulling up in the range
Passin' and smokin' strange
We aimin up for them heads
Them legs don't hit the same
Like,
(Ooh) I'll drop a body
Location on come and find me
My lil bro crash the party
We Kickin doors with the shotty
I got them, got them saying oh snap
He the dealer with a back pack
Scary mutha fucka
"Straight facts An all that"
An I been trying quit the drug game
I can not holdback
A couple hundred every night
Got me relapsing with this cash
You know how I get it popping
I'm partying with my dawgs
An there ain't no other option
It's life you get involved
So pass me the fuckin ball
I'm shooting an going off
I'm practicing on my draw
While playing up her raw
I got them saying oh snap
He the dealer with a back pack
Scary mutha fucka
"Straight facts An all that"
An I been trying quit the drug game
I can not holdback
A couple hundred every night
Got me relapsing with this cash
An Ima smoke it to the beat
"Glock red beam
Kept my ass sturdy in the street"
Trigger finger itchen
Like that bitch caught a new desease
Mask down stick "em up
Or we gone raise them 33's
Okay now what you talking bout
Fuck around ain't no talk it out
I, came from the battle ground
Police came here to chalk him out
You running from the meet up
Couple thousand in the duffle
"Made his legs buckle
Bet his ass regretting all the trouble"
This large cash quantity
Boy who you know as hot as me
I really hit the lottery
Slightly upping my target fee
Horrified of this part of me
Killing is like a comedy
Laugh while he try body me
Teach him to do it properly
I got them got them sayin oh snap
He the dealer with a back pack
Scary mutha fucka
"Straight facts An all that"
An I been trying quit the drug game
I can not holdback
A couple hundred every night
Got me relapsing with this cash
An I ain't fucking with these lames
I pull up you ain't the same
Got a bitch to hype you up
An now it's fuckin with your brain
Why you crying when you shot
Pussy you just played the game
No that boy he ain't religious
But he prayed to god today
An I'm ready to beat the case
Who ready to catch a fade
You gone fuckin die tryin
I'm going out with a bang
We pulling up in the range
Passin' and smokin' strange
We aimin up for them heads
Them legs don't hit the same
Like,
(Ooh) I'll drop a body
Location on come and find me
My lil bro crash the party
We Kickin doors with the shotty
I got them, got them saying oh snap
He the dealer with a back pack
Scary mutha fucka
"Straight facts An all that"
An I been trying quit the drug game
I can not holdback
A couple hundred every night
Got me relapsing with this cash
You know how I get it popping
I'm partying with my dawgs
An there ain't no other option
It's life you get involved
So pass me the fuckin ball
I'm shooting an going off
I'm practicing on my draw
While playing up her raw
I got them saying oh snap
He the dealer with a back pack
Scary mutha fucka
"Straight facts An all that"
An I been trying quit the drug game
I can not holdback
A couple hundred every night
Got me relapsing with this cash
Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Gosselin
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