Ammunition (feat. NFL Tuewop)

(Because I am hard, you will not like me) I was standin' over a nigga, tryna finish business Corner grabbin' like, "Lil' bruh, don't even kill 'em" I got my heat on me right now in the studio chillin' I'm rockin' Vlone and the V stand for very vicious I got grip, I got whips, I got plenty bitches I got sticks, I got clips and heavy ammunition Tell me how you wanna play and I'ma get with you 'Cause I'm gon' find out where you stay and I'ma pay a visit This an AR, but I hit a nigga close distance In the middle of KR, somethin' comfortable when I'm in the trenches I could either spin the bin or I'ma spend a ticket But either way, a nigga play, then he fuckin' get it I'm a snipe, I get my man or his next sibling Me and Syk' jumped out the Benz, went to jumpin' fences And we skis with the re's, all black Dickies Fuck you mean? I got Z's way in Mississippi Don't get yolked, we'll rope a nigga like we lynchin' This that smoke that make you choke and leave niggas twitchin' I got four-wheelers and Benjis, Rovers and Bentleys I'm gon' stand over a nigga, let him see me grinnin' Three hundred a show and spent a hundred on the pendant Just tell me it's a go and I be already bendin' I'm gon' light me somethin' up, this ain't no fuckin' image You know they call me Kodak, I might fuck around and film it I was standin' over a nigga, tryna finish business Corner grabbin' like, "Lil' bruh, don't even kill 'em" I got my heat on me right now in the studio chillin' I'm rockin' Vlone and the V stand for very vicious I got grip, I got whips, I got plenty bitches I got sticks, I got clips and heavy ammunition Tell me how you wanna play and I'ma get with you 'Cause I'm gon' find out where you stay and I'ma pay a visit Make a nigga beg before you kill him, that shit there tradition Blood in my eyes, on vulture mode, shit fuckin' with my vision I ain't droppin' no wood I'ma swing this door and chase him out his tennis Aimin' strictly headshots, ARP blow off the nigga fitted Bendin' blocks, at a nigga door like a Jehovah's Witness Lil' Tuewop livin' life like a stripper On all these poles, keep titties The boss say it's smoke, we slice his throat, real cutthroat committee Hollow dug in his face, ate him ear to ear, gave him a buck fifty We got armor, pistols, rounds, hella ammunition Kidnappin' niggas in broad day, you know this shit get wicked Death before dishonor, mob ties, forever stand on business Stealin' souls, thief in the night, reaper of the trenches I was standin' over a nigga, tryna finish business Corner grabbin' like, "Lil' bruh, don't even kill 'em" I got my heat on me right now in the studio chillin' I'm rockin' Vlone and the V stand for very vicious I got grip, I got whips, I got plenty bitches I got sticks, I got clips and heavy ammunition Tell me how you wanna play and I'ma get with you 'Cause I'm gon' find out where you stay and I'ma pay a visit