Lyrics:
bag
You got shot in the stomach
Apocalypse now, I hear the trumpets
Give me the bitch, I'm finna pump it
12 gauge blast heavy rounds full of rage, My
endured
And if my name fails and holds no weight
You See these shells to the pump, imma buck 12 gauge
I’m
Deep in abyss
I don’t see the light
Please don’t
that they're real draw for the steel, beat the 12 gauge
Leave your body parts all over the place Think your that boy you ain't
Badder than me, madder
Pop out the crib you get hit in ya shit
My niggas known to get lit with the sticks
My glock it's a freak got a blick with some tits
I get this paper
the glock and make room
Shit man I got a 12 gauge with the infrared scope
I found a Tec 9 it use to be a radio
But now I'm a G, psycho, crazy
Fuck what you
Like spaghetti
I guess you thought that it was over
When you pulled the 12 gauge
And I won't get no rest
Until I see you in your grave
Last time
Your problems aren't mind, I don’t care for yours.
Comin with the chainblade, 12 gauge, going for the rib cage
Call yourself a king, I’m coming for
up with the looters
I'm just riding scooters and browsing Hooter's homepage
With no roll cage and no time gauge, I'm just vibing at my age
Backstreet
enemy
Like kennedy, he gettin sprayed
So I keep my gauge loaded, pop, pop
Uh oh, there they go, let anotha flee
4 real crooks runnin tight wit me
Jus
selfies eating scooby snacks riding shotgun
Facts and tough love all in ah 12 gauge
Blasting my incentive to take it all ah way
Ima cold hearted brother
dont make me add a gauge
20 or the 12 put an end
To your days
the top line by line I won't choke
Yes I walk the walk talk the talk now you gotta cope
45 ACP 223 Glock 19 50 cal on the team 12 gauge whatchu need
Got
with this lesson
If you testing me
Got a 12 gauge no arresting me
This is ain't chess or Nike you ain't checking me
Seen too many die by a cop, so ain't
another loss
Dawg
We dropping like flies out here
Stopping our own kind out here
You killing the future, by killing the youth sir
We need life out here Mr.
off shots I know you heard em man
Man I don’t wanna have to do it to em don’t wanna hurt em man
12 gauge them shells gone get to droppin’ like a turtle
at the ranch were the good old days
Remember we peppered Ramon's roof with the 12 gauge
Just from being dumb dumping slugs in the sky
Those were the type
Come around these ends and know fosure that my friends will get you laid
Then we pull up to your ends and raid
Talk too much and you get the 12- gauge
an angel with a 12 gauge (Lock and load)
You're like a wheelman on a get-away (Hit the road)
And together we ride
You ain't Bonnie I ain't Clyde
But we
from a 12 gauge.
I was fallin.
Back against the wall.
Turn into goblin.
Had to learn from every mistake.
cnd upgrade.
Went and got the rubber grip
judgement with a 12-gauge
It's the Argent sergeant the Sentinel guard sent to
Cleanse and to slay until the end of days
The ways a demon can combust,
I'm
back out
See that's the shit I'm talkin' 'bout
Got my name hanging out his mouth
Like a dick old bitch ass nigga
Need his head blown off
Knocked by his
I Feel like I’m picachu I’m sparkin shit (Let’s get it poppin)
Ain’t no drive by bitch we Parkin it (Parkin it)
Hop out on a n***a if barkin shit
12 gauge in through the mouth out through the dome
I am the face of your nightmares
Night stares empty bed but your not alone
I'm so far gone lean in
the last? Riot Pump
The new stage was a 12-gauge ??? to the cage
Made you say: it ain't like the old days
When we just go head up
The new days
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