ARMAGEDDON

歌詞

Ha (Let me in) Look (Yeah) Yeah (Uh) Yeah, hundred round drum on me (I'm shy, oh my God) Hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me Yeah, hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me, yeah Hundred round drum on me, brand new blick on me, brand new switch on me Soon as I up, I blow, soon as I blow, he bleed, yeah Hangin' with killers, hangin' with all of the real ones and duckin' the fake Tell him to mind his business, I done seen niggas who talkin' get shot in the face, yeah That's why I'm keepin' my K, yeah, that's why I'm havin' my way, yeah I'm 'bout to send that text, yeah, make a nigga pull up, spray, yeah No, I ain't playin' at all, shit, nigga can't run no game, huh Oh, he want smoke with us, yeah? Make a nigga face card famous They know I keep my racks on me, they know I keep my MAC on me Niggas done made me mad, brother, I'm tryin' not to go crash on 'em They know we'll tweak out, do shit worser than that last nigga In a Demon, ridin' with some steppers, I'ma spend that bag on 'em Yeah, hundred round drum on me (I'm shy, oh my God) Hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me Yeah, hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me (Hey) Hundred round drum on me (Yeah), yeah I keep that blick on me (Blick) I keep that trip on me Bentley got heated seats Play with the gang, he deceased Murder an opp like I murder a goddamn beat Fuckin' that bitch and I'm keepin' it P and I'm keepin' it G in the streets I'm not no puttin' not no dot on no motherfuckin' barrel, lil' bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' beast Shorty come over the crib, she swallowin' dick, she fuckin' up all of the sheets Alright, I'm fuckin' up all of that money, I'm fuckin' and gettin' her geeked (EW) I ain't never pressed 'bout none of these bitches, I fucked that ho last week That little bitch was an animal, ate like a cannibal, crushed that lil' bitch like a Danimal Walked in this bitch and I'm fresh like a cantaloupe Dope in the closet and racks in the envelope Don't get to talking, this shit can get physical Pull up big body, that bitch lookin' mystical We sent some shots through your grandmammy living room Now he not talking, he turned to a vegetable We with the business, we send 'em a message Man, who the fuck is these fuck niggas testing? Yeah, hundred round drum on me (I'm shy, oh my God) Hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me Yeah, hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me Hundred round drum on me, yeah