Lyrics:
so we could count the by the hundred stacks '99
So if you need word, then holla right back
I could sell it for cheap, 'cause I got it like that
White
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
hold it, head bone
I'm a 12-gauge, I don't niggas fishin' like a croaker
I make you visualize emotions, gun got rhythm, it's a poet
Niggas' pride's
had some fire so I tried to put it out fast
But when the flames died down, I figured out that
Now it's time to get this off the ground like a bounce
My Nina no matter where I go I cannot leave her
Hanging in the hole in the wall whipping Katrina
12 gauge is such a diva
Ima let you have her new
kinda sporty
Flying with ma bro Xeno it be like Rick and morty
I be goin up with a 12 gauge shotty
Big mac you can feel a nigga caught a body
Jumpin out
Millimeter Ruger
16 shots, hollow points will go through ya
and this? this here? this is a 12 gauge Mossburg kid,
two shots and you can wet like half
team though
Niggas are bilingual
"N'Na Bunduki", that is stick talk
Skinny nigga, full equipped
12 gauge with the stick, 12 gauge with the dick
But I'm
is wrong
Glaze finna get his mothafuckin' rap on
So would whack DJ's back up off the 12 gauges
Give him some room
While the boom from the stage is
this mfn guap[00:22.12]Aye mm and this shit don't stop[00:27.76]Aye aye aye aye[00:31.54]Yes I admit it I gotta addiction[00:33.49]I won't feel right if
I been used to it
I put a blade on the glock like a motherfuckin bayonet
Locked in my own head, will i go to hell again?
12 gauge in the mouth, will I
stretchin' up to the dashboard,
Wasn't thinkin' how I'd probly get hurt, by a mad dad's 12-gauge in a supercharged Ford,
We were drunk on good love and fun,
like the fucking Mavericks
Up in Dallas
How the fuck it happened
Cause it wasn't magic
12 gauge if them ducks is quacking
Bus his ass like the busses
12 gauge mi
Sixty to one like di US exchange rate
Thousand degrees when it fire
Bwoy brains bake don't make di mistake
Diss great killa like me?
When
First thing first start with a glock
Then step it up to choppas, gauges, then elevens mack 10's
Now your fully equipped to stretch niggaz (like who?)
derailed with 12 on my scale and 12 on my tale
Wake up and it's crunch time
Like I crunch rhymes
Eat up all the punchlines skip a lunch line
Get an ak
derailed with 12 on my scale and 12 on my tale
Wake up and it's crunch time
Like I crunch rhymes
Eat up all the punchlines skip a lunch line
Get an ak
swerve. Up into my bag, cause I gotta get my mask
And shells, to put in this 12 gauge sawed off, get em' all off, nigga yo'
Loss, take it all off, got
A 12 gauge Mossberg kid
Two shots and you can wet like half a block
This shit here gets my dick hard
It's a Calico, it holds a hundred shots
If you can't
Rhyme Syndicate, a storm incubating
The Syndicate's stronger day by day
12-gauge leave suckers brutally
Layin' in the concrete, kick ya face
Your
a 12-gauge shotty
Got machetes and them cannons loaded up
Got them xany's and that lean in my cup
These politician's can come up missin', I'm on a mission
You
Want To Do
More Money More Problems
Paper Chase
When I Sleep At Night
I Sleep With The 12 Guage
Coming Out The Valle
With Some Gangster Shit
This
trynna hump
Bout to Bop him with 12Gauge, this is not a pump
Pulled the Runtz out the bag, smelling like a fucking skunk
Went out in the yard and found
On stage off stage back stage
Thinking about that 12 gauge .
Pick it up put it down
Depressed
Stressed
Go on make another request I needa rest .
I still
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