Lyrics:
the trunk is a AK who? with a 1
Two gauge what?
Ya feelin the wrath of the rump then bump in ya trunk
Ya feelin the wrath of the rump then bump in ya
the one-two gauge, Baritone to the izm fan
Trees fall so I can play ground with my ink
So let me need ya to my M's go
I push the infinite and carry it
My
the one-two gauge, Baritone to the izm fan
Trees fall so I can play ground with my ink
So let me need ya to my M's go
I push the infinite and carry it
My
and shave
Use two hands tryna test this gauge
Oh my, Saints tryna join this wave
O'Malleys should act their age
VB still sitting in their grave
Sirens should
always barkin'
Yeah we had to stop his growth
I got my ear to da door
If they wanna come and try it grab the Bucky let it blow
Easy 1 2
12 gauge blow
nigga be dumping
Nigga be slumping
Two gauge, two K, no, two Ks pumping
I got thе shotty under my, uh
Under my shotty yeah, you brought a shotty
Yеah, you
brothers in Venice
10 + 2 gauge, total package of razor blades
to Allah, sun, moon, star
Some move bars, my nigga Ruck move cages
It's only one Buck, but I bust two gauges
Yeah, drive your bitch crazy with my stick
just give em' the charm
Until they get to acting like animals from a farm
And then it gets kind of warm, weapons be getting drawn
Period one two gauge be
shots 1-2 gauge but I’m made like Luke Cage
Death to what you say, I wish we had a youth day
To show the kids a new way, to put them on a new page
Before
heard our song on the radio
Who's it gonna be? I'd put all my money on me
Two years down the drain, two hundred thousand on the gauge
A broken
the verse made quick
You know I love you, kill this beat with my 2 gauge grip, bang
Dub been a G, since birth and infancy
Turn to your majesty, crip walking
At night I can feel the vibe in sight
Straight through the individual in flight
Everybody got hit when I bust heat, I had to let the 1-2 guage
only if you carin'
Right on his head, see the red beam glarin'
Two twelve gauges like twenty four karats, hol' up
Ain't that a bitch? I might bang
ah trail ah twelve guage shells
Bloody be smell 1-8-7 and the 2-11
12-guage and the AK-47 spray
Let the Ripster kill 'em now
Put 'em off in
the do'
Bet I won't be slippin' sleepin'
None ah them thugs I bails wid
Put ah trail ah twelve gauge shells
Bloody be smell 1-8-7 and the 2-11
12-gauge
are getting sprayed, with my bullets guage (1, 2)
Walk into the set. Can you hear me? Check (1, 2)
How do I spit flames? Let me count the ways (1, 2)
If
two
I got that Gauge 38 and that Four-Five Glock
Deep in the bushes, see I'm scoping with that red dot
You try to run, I'mma cock my gat and blast you
And under my seat for you suckers it's your final curtain call
The one two to the gauge P-U-M-P
You want to do a jack
I heat the barrel 'til it's empty,
And under my seat for you suckers it's your final curtain call
The one two to the gauge P-U-M-P
You want to do a jack
I heat the barrel 'til it's empty,
the blood spill out
He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout
Twenty four is my age and twenty two is my gauge
I'm writing rhymes on a page, and going up
the blood spill out
He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout
Twenty four is my age and twenty two is my gauge
I'm writing rhymes on a page, and going up
cleveland heat] heat
Thuggish ruggish bone see
Gun stack off
[Verse 1: Layzie]
See a nigga got fully automatics and I let them loose
Tha 12 gauge two
on site swear 2 god I aint gon say nothin 2 niggas
Im not finna play wit no nigga shot 2 yo face from the gauge
Swear 2 god turn yo shit 2 a bagel my nigga
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