Lyrics:
subscribers up then I'll do part two
Smash or pass on yats
But anyway, they say the 44 can't jam
So I think I'll smash
And I'll smash the 12 gauge
Even though
Street legal, move against my peole
And the Ice gets evil
Hit you with the .44 Smith & Wes-
Son, you're best to run cause my Tec eats pests
I got a glock
do
Just hope filled wishes
Pain in my chest when I wake up
Pop me a pill that's prescription drugs
Hits me hard like a 12 gauge slug
Now all this
to the ground
They'll hunt your fame with a 1,2 smile
They'll hunt u down with a 12 shot gauge
and hit up your spot with a 1,2
I was in jail with a couple
you dare give me no type of argument
All these devils are mad because we be the most dominant
Hey, hit you with fatness, represent my blackness
Run
if I say so
Run up on the kid, I'ma hit you with the Draco
Then I kill your spirit, take the wings and the halo
Can't nobody find me like I'm Carmen
Shooting shit for fun
Evergreen came from the fucking slums
Mother fuckers they talk they really don't want none
12 gauge by my fucking side
Chromed out
Shooting shit for fun
Evergreen came from the fucking slums
Mother fuckers they talk they really don't want none
12 gauge by my fucking side
Chromed out
raised by the plot, product of the hater
The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun
Married murder one,
shoot or get shot
I'm raised by the plot, product of the hater
The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still
he get burned up, burned up
No talking, just burn 'em, burn 'em
Run up on 'em with this 40
Run up on 'em with this shotty
It's a 12 gauge buck shots in
us scandalous)
And if them runnin' off with me cash,
That ass gonna have to pay the price,
(Meet a motherfucking' po-po, gotta hit 'em with
his sacks up
I'm on the fritz like a llama for the pack up
New flicks, new bitch, I
Said, "lights, camera, action"
12-guage shotty to his tummy, nigga
Leavin the cut in a rage
Loadin up my mac, goin to my crib, to get my 12 gauge
One of my boys just got shot, huh
Fuckin around, in that million
to do it on occasion
And engagin in .44s and 12-gauges
Some old suckers lay the beat twice as hard
And when you see I got 20'000 bodyguards
I came
find you in a ditch
This dope ain't yo dope
And these cuts and yo cuts
Yo, but this is my 12 gauge in yo muthafuckin guts
Don't make me pump this
go and hit the play I can't catch a case
Real pink runs in this wood they say bankroll gay
If you need a order more than 20 I'ma need a date
Dog need
niggas and I'll box a nigga wit a 12 gauge
I'm goin ape shit, rampage
I was rock bottom, Dwayne
Like I got choked slammed from hell from top of the cage
a 12-gauge pump
Tripl3 Thr3at means triple the danger for anybody hood
You plex, you next, we wish, you would
If you really on the block tryna get a knot nigga
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
Only Lord knows that boy got lucky
Make man rise that 12 gauge shotty
Sawn if shotty I tap that properly
If a opp gets got unlucky
Opp block comfy It
and she starts to run
She ran to the room and she got a shotgun
A double-barrel 12 gauge, she's rattling now
"One step closer and I'll put you down"
Was
of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for
Roch'
Can't forget Westchester
Can't forget umm CL, hit me off
Feel the funk by the rap czars in sports cars
Comin atcha now you listen at the feet
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