Bear Arms
Make sure all my killer's ball
They drop shit don't need adderall
Bear arms this America
Bear arms this America yea
Murk em'
Murk em'
Murk em'
Even when I'm up
I don't touch that bag
Same reason I got bigger stashes Bitch nigga I got bigger guns Extended thirty put it in his lungs You a hating nigga
Got to break the bond
Tell your mama sorry
I'ma kill her son
And my bitch a barbie
Go and get you one
It was Ralph Lauren
Now I'm Gucci down
I'ma make sure all my killers ball
They drop shit don't need adderall
We bear arms this America
I'ma pop a nigga send him to god
Knock a nigga off
Then go to pray to god
It was h&m now its Goyard
This a 3rd gen and an ar
You a virgin, you ain't murder
You ain't splurgin'
She don't want ya
Put some purple shit
In a double cup
You ain't tough enough
To come fuck with us
Give a hundred shells
Fuck your stomach up
Now I'm ringing bells
They wanna fuck with us
I was raised in hell
Putting shit up
And my dope sell nigga
Fuck ya mean
All these fake trappers
So fucking green
Don't know why I'm rapping
I been selling P's
And my paper fat
Bussin' out the jeans
Smoke chemical
Like it's chlorine
Chop the mineral
Dish it out to fiends
Bear arms this America shit
Bear arms this America nigga
Murk em'
Murk em'
Murk em'
Murk em'
They drop shit don't need adderall
Bear arms this America
Bear arms this America yea
Murk em'
Murk em'
Murk em'
Even when I'm up
I don't touch that bag
Same reason I got bigger stashes Bitch nigga I got bigger guns Extended thirty put it in his lungs You a hating nigga
Got to break the bond
Tell your mama sorry
I'ma kill her son
And my bitch a barbie
Go and get you one
It was Ralph Lauren
Now I'm Gucci down
I'ma make sure all my killers ball
They drop shit don't need adderall
We bear arms this America
I'ma pop a nigga send him to god
Knock a nigga off
Then go to pray to god
It was h&m now its Goyard
This a 3rd gen and an ar
You a virgin, you ain't murder
You ain't splurgin'
She don't want ya
Put some purple shit
In a double cup
You ain't tough enough
To come fuck with us
Give a hundred shells
Fuck your stomach up
Now I'm ringing bells
They wanna fuck with us
I was raised in hell
Putting shit up
And my dope sell nigga
Fuck ya mean
All these fake trappers
So fucking green
Don't know why I'm rapping
I been selling P's
And my paper fat
Bussin' out the jeans
Smoke chemical
Like it's chlorine
Chop the mineral
Dish it out to fiends
Bear arms this America shit
Bear arms this America nigga
Murk em'
Murk em'
Murk em'
Murk em'
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Writer(s): Paul Jones
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