Lyrics:
in me
12 gauge Shotty
To the body
You took the soul out me
Girl you took a good chunk of me
Since u left
Did u know that
I've been incomplete?
When
My Nina no matter where I go I cannot leave her
Hanging in the hole in the wall whipping Katrina
12 gauge is such a diva
Ima let you have her new
too small to hot box with god
All jokes aside Come bounce with us
Standin over you with a 12 gauge about to bust
It's like ashes to ashes and dust
shit
Or thug style you can feel it in your body
Yeah y'all you can feel it in your body
Like if a 12 gauge shottie shell hit your body
You don't
now I'm tryin to charter a jet
F*** this hit the pound on my ?pinal? and get a harder connect
Step on your toes, mess with your hoes, shoot up your
All I know, niggas give me all my dough
Like Boston George coming through with all my blow
Right now I'm trying to charter a jet
Fuck this hit
rhyme budded on stage, word is bond, when I'm on, I rage
Got the 12 gauge at the rest so play, and into rest you lay
My everyday M.O. is gettin' dough
to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One
to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One
to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One
glocks
Wearin' all these colors, like they shop in a Crayola box,
They take shots, so I shoot back
12 gauges, see my verses have the same effect as bible
no more
When Papa walked in I lifted that 12 Gauge up
Damn near couldn't pull the trigger I was shaking so much
I remember the smell of the gun
Blizzards spittin' I'm so cold
Fassies get exposed by my snub nosed flow
My 12-gauge frays at close range
And make you levitate
Like David Blaine, it ain't no
surf and turf shit or thug style
You can feel it in your body
Yeah y'all you can feel it in your body
Like if a 12 gauge shotty shell hit your body
recital
Flippin' murderous pages
Rippin' out organs that's vital
With killa' 12 gauges
How can you murder a demon, whose heart never skips a beat?
You
to tight
Hit like a 12 gauge
Hole in ya chest send ya to space
Sweep with stars my cherry ablaze
Blunt smoke fill the place
Blunt smoke in ya face
Blunt
by funk
Mothafucka, you ain't see my trunk
I got a (SK) and a (AK)
And a (12 gauge) that'll fuck a nigga whole day
So recognize a real nigga from
life
I'd rather be carried by 6 before I'm judged by 12
Fuck 12, before I tell, I'll take a .38 shell
I'd rather be carried by 6 before I'm judged
Rackets on me nigga run n tell dat
Choppas on me nigga run n tell dat
Ran through that sack nigga run n tell dat
I just knocked a new bitch nigga run
Shot down by a 12 gauge
Shotgun, never feel safe
Struck hard by a spiked fist
Cold blood runs down your face
As your hate grows stronger
Towards the one
Okay, I'm back in that mode
Say I got so many flows
Still goin' twenty-one floors
Bitch, yeah, I'm the one
12-gauge came with a buckshot, bro 'nem let
While you watch it yea I’ll keep a small laugh
Fuck wit me, got an evil plan that I’ll craft
These 12 gauge shell yea they’ll blow out ya calf
Protect my
Homie, you ain't hitting on nothin'
Drop that top when I hit that butt
Pimp so hard it's a full time job
Swear, 12 stacks in my glove box
Bitch niggas,
engaged
Turn blowouts to 360 waves
How this 12 gauge feel sittin on ya tongue, on ya lips 'n'
dippin with money L in the green beamer
Sippin Zima's, on our
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