Ammunition
NFL Tuewop, Kodak Black
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I was standin' over a nigga, tryna find the benders Corner graphin', 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 stands for very vicious I got grip, I got whip, I got plenty bitches I got sticks, I got clips, heavy ammunition Tell me how you wanna play it, 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 the KR, 'cause I'm comfortable when I'm in the trenches I can eat or spend a band 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 necessary Me and Syk, jumped out the bands, went to jumpin' fences And we ski's with the reas', all black dickin' F*ck you mean? I got Zs, we 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 Benji's, 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 ten minutes ago 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 f*ck around and film it I was standin' over a nigga, tryna find the benders Corner graphin', 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 stands for very vicious I got grip, I got whip, I got plenty bitches I got sticks, I got clips, heavy ammunition Tell me how you wanna play it, 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 a tradition Blood in my eyes, on vulture mode, shit fuckin' with my vision I ain't droppin' no water, I'ma swang this dope and chase 'em out, it's tennis Aimin' strictly headshots, ARP blow off the nigga fitted Bendin' blocks, sell a nigga dope, like a Jehovah witness Lil' Tuewop, livin' life like a stripper, on all these poles, keep titties The boss say it's smoke, we slice your throat, real cutthroat committee Hollow dug in his face, ate 'em, ew, ew, gave him a buck fifty We got armed and pills around, hella ammunition Kidnappin' niggas in broad day, you know this shit get wicked Death before this honor, mob ties, forever stand on business Stealin' souls, thief in the night, reaper of the trenches I was standin' over a nigga, tryna find the benders Corner graphin', 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 stands for very vicious I got grip, I got whip, I got plenty bitches I got sticks, I got clips, heavy ammunition Tell me how you wanna play it, I'ma get with you 'Cause I'm gon' find out where you stay and I'ma pay a visit
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