Lyrics:
Armor up armored up armored trucks
Armored up on the brink on the cusp
Armor up armored up armored trucks
Armored up on the brink on the cusp
Armor
Get some crunk in yo system (See)
Get some crunk in yo system (It like this right!)
Get some crunk in yo system (I done seen them niggas)
Get
Get some crunk in yo system (See)
Get some crunk in yo system (It like this right!)
Get some crunk in yo system (I done seen them niggas)
Get
Assassinate Pablo Escobar, perhaps your middle man,
Noriega, not a dip in the system
Increase shipments in the wake of a so-called victory
For the DEA, no
to clear my mental
Got my own gun i'm not you I am not a renter
Shorty was solid since we first met got booked turned master splinter
Really from
the mouth of a beast
Celebrities singing about peace
I'm singing about
Physical blood that we bleed
Armored vehicle
ATV
They just wanna yell about the kids
fatal attraction
Honey he would be an armored up knight
clways thought that it'd be bad
We were taught back when we were young
That we should pack our
Make me wanna take another
Cigarette in my gun
I'm sick of puttin' it in my mouth
Just saying fuck it I'm done
I know I never be the one
To say the devil
Hook 1:
Get some crunk in yo system (See)
Get some crunk in yo system (It like this right!)
Get some crunk in yo system (I done seen them niggas)
Get
soldier
She hold it down and I pick it up
We ballin' like an armored truck
Ain't nobody got me like ya do I'll always be like
That's my soldier my lil
Run as you will
He won't survive
Throw him to the wolves
1 against 5
Little green herbs
Armored in lies
He took 'em from me
I'm the lord
whole system corrupt now
Illegal bis control the district
Original gun click, bun a natural mystic
Fiyah Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah
on the john
If I had a million bucks
It wouldn't be enough
'Cause I'd still be out robbing armored trucks
If I had one wish
I would ask for a big enough
Under this sun no shadows will fall
Piercing our eyes as we charge
An armored battalion on course to the east
Closing the end of it's march
Aye Aye Stupid lil bitch wanna fuck in a bando
Runnin up a gun is a motha fuckin mando
Smoke to much I got cough in my system
Fuck lil bitch banana
of tequila on my glass
Yeah you know this night is nothing but a blast
I got no fear for guns and armored wheels
The end will come for their wicked realm
Lucky
put my five fingers on a gun
Knock knock knock you better run
My Draco got a big drum
I was eighteen when I started rolling in them big funds
Hell nah I
The System that your insisting cares
Seems to resist the urge to share
With the disposable ones who are soon to become
Byproducts of your disposable
on a calender
Funch hit the line like saddle up, pull
Up on sight ain't give no fucks
Windows tinted armored up, feeling like the bank in a armored truck
AHH
keep the product floodin' the streets
You know it's a murder scene when ARMORED SOUND on the beat
The end result of my opposing rivalry is deceased,
about us
The system don't give a damn about us
Gun control (fuck with this)
NSA (fuck with this)
Homophobia (fuck with this)
Drug war (fuck with this)
fucking runtz
They won't let me in this party with my fucking pump
Walked in with three bad hoes
Brought my gun
System
Drugs in my system
System
It's in my
death trap
Heat and the fumes
Noise and tight space
Bullets spatter the flanks
Treads that crush
Guns to destroy
Armored beast
Bringer of fear
Breaking
on the john
If I had a million bucks
It wouldn't be enough
'Cause I'd still be out robbing armored trucks
If I had one wish
I would ask for a big enough
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