Ak47 (feat. Mic' B & Acrimonious)

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Walking down the alleyway
Tryna catch a fade
Got that twin M two, two 9 strapped on me
Boy don't fuckin' play
Extra clip be loaded in my pocket
Case I gotta spray
AK-47 right
To your motherfuckin' face

Switching it up, giving no fucks
Rocking a tux, gold deluxe
My neck drip, my wrist wet
Ounce on deck, cook it up like a chef
Man I'm tripping, acid hitting
Blurring my vision, premonition
Wishing I could hit the lotto
Just to pay for my tuition, dang

F*ck it, I'ma kill it
I'ma cook it, I'ma grill it
I'ma skin it, I'ma peel it
I'ma dose it with my feelings
I'ma do that
Prove that, move that, get back
Start a new wave for Central Oregon rap
All the kids who thought
That I couldn't do that
Well I'ma do that
Who's that
I'm the dude who does that
Does that, was that, do that, who that
I'm the man who came back
With some boom-bap, boom-bap
Hi-hats and a crew neck
Oh shit, don't do that
1 Step, 2 step
Who's next, me next
No flex, no stress, no sex, I guess
Confess regrets, all that shit
Is not important to me, I guess

Walking down the alleyway
Tryna catch a fade
Got that twin M two, two 9 strapped on me
Boy don't fuckin' play
Extra clip be loaded in my pocket
Case I gotta spray
AK-47 right
To your motherfuckin' face

"What's that?"

It's a bird, it's a plane
It's a man, who's insane
It's a shame, that he came
With rain, it's okay, it's okay
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
I said I promise everything
Is gonna be okay, ahh

Everyone, get up, stand tall
It's bout time to get rid
Of this man, once and for all

And all for one, da da dum
Dum, dum, dum, dum
Cock back, reload
Hit the drum, drum, drum
Now you done
Now you body feels numb
Now she sucking on my meat
She said it taste like gum
She a rich a girl
And I'm just a bum
And I'm just a bum
Bust my load how I bust my gun
Deep in them guts
And it's just for fun
She fell in love, thinks I'm the one
Dumb
Da, da, dum, dum, dum
That girl is dumb
Better not run
Better run, run, run
Before I bust my, um

I'ma bust it quick, as I can
Pull it out my motherfuckin' waste-line
I just saw you eating
So don't ask if you can take mine
I heard a couple things about your crew
Through the grapevine
But I will probably ask if it's true
'For I raise mine
I don't got a Glock, but I'ma keep a 5 on me
I was walking to the store
And shawty put her eyes on me
I said, who you think you are bitch
Do you wanna ride with me
I just copped a fucking car
You see it's parked behind on me
Lotta rapping, I don't bang
I just like to shine to it
Why don't you hop in
So I can take you to get dug out
I'm only gonna hit it
If she likes to poke her butt out
Ugh, huh
Told her keep quiet, putcha tongue out
Then I'ma gonna dip out
Put on Nikes before I come out, yeah

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