Lyrics:
after dark (Murda) (Murda) Killin It just don't stop (Homocidal) The 12 gauge left you up and down But another victim called the D-E-A-D Listen to that
who shot ya
Funk Doctor with the 12-gauge Mossberg
Look I got the tools like Rickle
To make your mind tickle (yo, Red)
For the nine nickel
Yo,
Randy Mac is clockin a stupid grip
On the party track I'm cold lampin
But when the Syndicate rolls I be jackin
You thought I fell off, I ain't even
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
pages
Practice our aim we shooting at ranges
We number one, don't question our ages
Still fuck 12, but we keeping the gauges
Setting these trends, they
since
12 or whatever
Can I get bail or will I motherfuck myself?
Well I'm off to The Land with
A hand full of balls, that's all
Just some of my dogs Mo!
are slugs to a punk
Homie they hit hard like a 12 gauge pump
I'll cock back let it jump on you chumps
Put you in a slump yeet yo body in the dump
Deevil!
Prayin' that 12-12 for hell
Felon to sell and slept on a bed of nails like nothing I've ever felt
Ghost in a shell, was molded with other
when you rock to this
Fellas you can punch up on a bag, ladies you can squat to this
Head bop, shoulder lean with the lean just hip hop to this
Bada
though
But it's gon to be hard to breathe if I feel played
Watch him fade as the shells jump from the 12 gauge
Militant mind I grew up around soldiers
from a 12 gauge.
I was fallin.
Back against the wall.
Turn into goblin.
Had to learn from every mistake.
cnd upgrade.
Went and got the rubber grip
out, overt, shoulder holstered
Weight of the world being sung like a shot gun
12 gauge, 2 more than holes that I make
Get the picture, see it clearer
baby momma, 12 gauge sawed off
Hood nigga memories, funded me 2 keys
Off the motherfucking border
The stamp was in Chinese china white
Least they cut it
lyrical wizards got the shivers when his flow was delivered
As they envisioned flooded rivers and a smoldering winter
By gazing
wit them keys, glick by my hip on my face a ski
Run up we uppin & buckin, do hits out a car now we gotta junk it
I'm out back with the pack, Lil Uzi ima
and the hustlers
All connected by you we on defense
You might need this for protection by you
Got me squeezin' on this Eagle
Like a ketchup bottle
When they don't
it back to their headquarters safely
A 49 year old unidentified man went berserk last night
Opening fire with a 12 gauge shotgun
Leave me alone terror
ain't no food for ya boy
Manning up, I'm big enough
No childhood to destroy
This all the pain to enjoy
Cannot wait 'til I calculate price tag math by
Youngsters with automatics
And they ain't bluffing
Quick to pull up a 12 gauge
And blow up your muffin
Went to get my diploma
Cos the homies was dusting
And I
What it-what it exactly are we doin?
Don't play yourself
Reward yourself and tune in to
The 2017 BET Hip Hop
Award hosted by me: DJ Khaled and Dade
to Jesus
Put his ass to sleep, let him rest in pieces
Me and my peoples got all types of gats
12-gauge shot guns, Tec-9 nines, and Macs
4-pounds
the forefront
Pumped like a 12 gauge, fired like an uzi
Semi automatic a habit that didn't choose me
Don't lose me, I finally bloomed
I got a big bad boom bap
it's bait
So I had to tell bae
The double Cs round her bag "Control the Combustion" there from the jakes
9mm or I got the 12 gauge tryna slap couple
to lose your house if you don't get a raise
Just stay close to goin to work with the 12 gauge
You you see a new millennium
But feel like your in
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