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Frankie pulled a gun and shot a bullet in his chest
Ain't that how love feels?
Blinder than death in a hurricane county
Ain't that how love feels?
Mouthful

get followed by the pigs
My brother Ahk I don't eat pork
I can't trust these niggas now
This world a circus full of clowns
And they got sticks to gun

ears son
It's coming harder than a bullet
Fired by a gun
That shit was crazy right?
Won't you believe it when it happens
Bitch tomorrow night!
Oh no it's

I was raised by demons
Sick of them sniper rifles, give me some machine guns
Y'all hate me for the color I wear on a daily basis
It's to hide the fact

Time to load up, we're gonna be in for a long night
Where we hang with the killers, guns bang millimeters
Fangs out like gorillas I'm gonna bite,

We prolly die before we see our dreams
My memories filled with dead brothers
And murder scenes
Momma shed tears
Baby carried by six peers
Only time

to me tell me no are acting like they groupies
Came a long way
What can I say
From the broad day
Where they shooting off thangs an the bullets ain't got

New crib and I'm still fucked up in it
You flexing bullets im already dumping them
See a pussy boy already slumping em
You talking shit you end up in

can't be undone
Some niggas that i thought were real friends were the wrongs ones
Bape hoodie zipped up to the top can't see my face
Ghost gun bullets

He sat, slumped in his chair, the dim light from the garage mechanism showering his skin in bullets of its hot, orange glow. His skin ached,

Giving me life behind bars and glass
Taking my life, and then you release me
The DNA don't match
A proper my fault that ain't proper
137 bullets

shooting us 
Like animals then?
Fuck tryna taze you
Or let the bullets graze you
They going for the kill
And for them its a win 
In broad daylight 
This

I wonder if time will ever run out of time
As the bullet leaves the gun
We'll learn to fly into the unknown
Where we finally hope to feel at home

We hitcha block then we bleed it
I'm GD so no I'm not bleeding
Came up from shit
I was always believing
Body got dropped I was right there
I seen it

a nigga in his jerky
Shots hit his body put em in a hersy
Caught all them bullets like he a jersey
Kick up my feet and make yah shawty serve me
Then after

away from me
When I get a psychotic vibe
I take a psychedelic to feel alive
Fuck going to parties
I don't give a fuck like the jef hardies
Tripping

killed some folks in a church & got a whopper jr
Breona Taylor died from a bullet & the cops the shooters
I Wonder where her organs went
Hung us up like

Smoother
Then them 
Gun bars 
I’m 
Soul caliber 
Fully loaded 
Unlimited 
Bullets 
Kill the 
challenger 

Iris left 
Or right 
That’s hell 
Or heaven

off and it's pitched black ready to unpack
These chainsaws in my vicious acts cutting you from the back you can't run
Ashlin you too fat catch a asthma

smart then my Draco retarded
I'm sending six shots to his brain
And I'm from 400 where they take yo life not giving no fuck
About the hood that you claim

don't be Shooting a gun
I be spitting bullets straight From tongue
You better start to run
Keep my name out ya mouth cuz I know you feel the burn
I'm down

Tsup dawg how
You feeling now
Gat rocks on
My wrist watch
Popping champagne
For your bae
Watch me stand
By your girl
She my side
Chick
She be riding

was
Filthy heavy cup Xanax in
The green tea two guns who
Will not give a plea whole
Crew weight lift dirty bullets
How we aint flea whipping
Twins like

Shadow in the distance
She's got some heavy guns
Blood on my assistant
The war has just begun
I'm a worried man
Part of her master plan
She's gonna