Blue Armor feat. Sheek Louch

歌詞

Armor Armor Uh-huh arse never Greasy razor blades shots spray military Armor keep blaze packed all day dog's day Groundhog Day ya'll bitch niggas got sweet hands word I know why why Ya'll all gay pop off head Get your top rocked way across state The pamphlet read from seven to nine don't hold that weight Ya'll just bait I'm a fisherman I own this lake When I catch fish I fry them to they back I flake I smash ya'll muthafuckas like a seedless grape And hang niggas like some ceiling fans in K-Mart plates Feel me Shake double earthquakes give thanks give shanks Word to my momma I cut the grass on you fucking snakes Expose don't tell use a mo' round the way Go Go down gone with the wind he's a he-she Bitch ass nigga for sale like Magilla Standing in the window with a sign Yes I fuck men though Armor Aiyo Sheek Armor What up dog Stab one of them niggas nigga word up Aiyo my niggas is wetted they drunk and they trying to eat The hammers on them and they ain't out looking for meat I'm jumping out cars I'm giving you permanent stars Your hardest nigga you can't compare him to ours I'm sitting on crates I'm missing probation dates I'm stuck with this weight my wifey period late I'm hot as fuck my truck keep getting tailed It's like every week one of mines getting jailed Forgetting bail piss test failed Got parole on us then wanna roll on us I'm at my momma crib sleep who told on us I'm sick to death I'm on fire in the streets Like in Back to the Future when the car left Ghost'll clap for me fuck rap for me Yo tell them niggas on the Island get strapped for me Het wet ya and throw the stocking On his face like when he first met cha Armor Yo me and Sheek drug heads like a bottle of Goose I had my road dogs follow your troops Gorilla game African tribe Somalian crew With a flow so sick my high temperature'll body the flu Crack heads get knocked out right in front of the school Slap them Sheek wake his ass up he can't even move Cereal box is crack and ratchets in the cocaine spot My fiends'll box filled with coke head classics Dope money flood me rags of kush heavy drags Bodegas I'm mad my older sister Patty's a butch Guns come out like my mother's teeth watch how I'm throwing heat The leg gravy be steaming over smothered beef From eight-ball jackets to cops and robbers My last drug run I threw in two bricks to garbage I wash my money in Woodlife dunyy sipping on Folgers Black jewels trucking still come through bummy Armor Armor arse never