Lyrics:
little lungs is too small to hotbox with God
All jokes aside, come bounce with us
Standin' over you with a 12 gauge, about to bust
It's like ashes
little lungs is too small to hotbox with god
All jokes aside, come bounce with us
Standin' over you with a 12-gauge, about to bust
It's like ashes
Yeah
Vlone on my body
Vlone round' nobody
Never bit a bullet of a 12 gauge shotty
No one likes to drink, just the way it feels
They don't like
For what you believe in
Feel the music in your soul, feel the Music in your body
It should hit you from your head to Toe, 12 gauge shottie
Santa cross
him slippin')
Pull up, bounce out with a briefcase, it's time to handle business (it's time to handle business)
Give a fuck if he like it, but he
grab that 12 gauge
Cause that's the only way a niggaz gonna get paid
I'm on my way to my old bank
They know me real good and they don't think that I'd
young but still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts
And I ain't goin' back to court, so fuck what you thought
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
hell 'bout the hell I raised (come on)
I don't wanna do shit today
Ridin' around town in my Chevrolet
Shootin' stop signs with my 12 gauge (boom
The triple beam niggas
The ones that scheme niggas
To get the cream niggas
I mean the ones by any mean niggas
The ones that keep it real, that keep the steel
ass, she sucking dick cause she think it's fun
Bust on her face, now she glazed like a honey bun
12 gauge around, but you know that's not the only gun
can't even count one
Two black guns, I don't know maybe they're Magnums
I don't know what the fuck they're called, I just grab them
12-gauge dumps in
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
Aye
(PLUG)
Aye
Aye
I do this shit by myself, aye, I don’t need no help
Aye, nigga try me it’s a wrap like Santa’s elves
Aye, nigga want some smoke?
Sometimes I've forgotten who I am
The artist or the fan well I'm hot by popular demand
Hey mic check 1-2 1-2
Hey mic check 1-2 1-2
Hey you may have felt like
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
coming ta serve ya
Nigga we told ya Bone be stalking, (we walking)
Number one assassin
Pick up the pump and it causing the 12-gauge eruption
Let loose
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
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
to homicide
My city's full of gangbangers and drive-by's
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young
But still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories
feel it in your body
Like if a 12 gauge shottie shell hit your body
You don't want no one to find your ass a hobby
Carbon copy, niggas tryin to clone us
up
12 gauge sawed off on me guarantee I'll fuck yo lungs up
I just took his soul, I need some more
Ion just want one
Hollow thru yo body rip yo guts up
your spine
Red bottoms on legs looking like vines
You killing it girl you committing a crime
I would call 12 but I don’t drop dimes
I only pick em up
So
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