Lyrics:
Let the rhythm hit 'em
I'm the arsenal
I got artillery lyrics of ammo
Rounds of rhythm
Then I'm 'a give 'em piano
Bring a bullet proof vest
Nothin'
stand our ground
He's got style, he's got grace
With that chin so strong, he sets the pace
From tree to tree, he's swinging with ease
The
Yo, check it
a nigga gettin' money so young
How I get from the pen, all the way to Berlin
I've been to Switzerland skiing and pimp I'm goin' again
It ain't nothin'
want it with a savage
It get crazy where I'm living it's tragic
If you can take it from my pocket you can have it
You know I got a body bag in the trash
minute
I'm like Bennett, I ain't in it
Go on with your reject rap attack
You'll get more from a prize in a Cracker Jack
And since Banks said he can't
down
He said my name is Jack and I'm a rhythm attack
When I got a pair of sticks in hand
I got savior-faire on the bass and snare
And I'm here to take my
you knew or not
East Atlanta, I'm with Mojo, he's got stupid nines
And in this section by myself, I'm a fucking gangster
College bitch say she always
but it's street gossip
It's nothin', ain't 'bout no cash and hung up the phone
He can tell by the sound of his tone
Next time he see him, it might
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
just words no more, is it?
It's a different ball game, you call names and you ain't just rappin'
We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from
just words no more, is it?
It's a different ball game, you call names and you ain't just rappin'
We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from
in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
Niggas be like he bodying it
Ziplock full of J's
Closet full of J's walking on my
have to spray him
Told that hoe to play with real, I ain't talkin' jailin
Yeah, I'm on the money heist, I feel like Berlin
Went from Japan, now the drugs
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
chillin' by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain't talkin' 'bout that work
I'm talkin' 'bout that
ain't got the drip
You ain't got the drip
You ain't got the drip Nah
Kz got the drip
Kz got the drip
Kz got the drip Yuh
Kz got the drip by default icy
like Kyrie Irving
I got vibes they Persian
My niggas be purging
These niggas be lurking
I'm way far from perfect
I got tools like nurses
I will never
chasing hoes now his whole life fucked up
Stepping on my haters in some Yeezys got me fucked up
And if you ain't talking bout no paper then please shut
with a savage
It get crazy where I'm living it's tragic
If you can take it from my
Pocket you can have it
You know I got a body bag in the trash
You know
where I'm from
Lewis Avenue
Okay, now I got a brother by the name of Mad Money Merc
Now he come from NA Rock
I got two dancers, Scoob Lover, Scrap
I don't see no dog
Dog under the bed
N***a you lucky he ain't attack your ass
When you came in
You the dog motherfucker
Bitch I'm a dawg gold on my
deep like Irving. Into the game, or in the center of dames. Get a reframe of this mugshot
This thug got First Amendment of the game 'thou should get
talk about? (Shit)
You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about
Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth
Skippa Da Flippa, he
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