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of the beat? Turn that Fucking bass up bro, let's go
My gun be on full automatic, your gun just be on some weak ass burst
Just like the burst of energy you get
Just take a look around at all you've done"
"you're automatic like a burnin' gun
You're a star like everyone"
Talked to my soul today but I couldn't keep
slumped into the couch
Fresh scent
Axe spray
Lower my face to the sink
B*tch your mirror’s like a hot gun
So offensive
An automatic wreaking havoc
Can I
semi automatic past
Gun safety 101, I'm sitting in her class
Keep her in a diamond case tell me I don’t care alot
Shots in the dark it doesn't matter if
powder
Semi to fully automatic makes the gun louder
I got som'thin to fix pain when I kicks game
'Cuz I'ma float off more tracks than
mind all over his face
How do brains taste, when they mixed with gun powder
Semi to fully automatic makes the gun louder
I got som'thin to fix pain
all that
Back to the fun
Back on the run
Rhymes shooting out faster than a gun
Automatic
Thought you had it
Rep that shit
Then get it tatted
Kanye west
the place, your mind all over his face
How do brains taste, when they mixed with gun powder
Semi to fully automatic makes the gun louder
I got som'thin
automatic a gun or a car
You might escape me but you're on the chart
You might be a sky scraper touching the moon
But I'm the foundation of all of your wounds
Pull up to the party starting static
If they talking crazy let 'em have it
If we talking guns it's automatics
If we talking bitches, mine the baddest
struggle
Don't care bout no pride they see you they ask way
You only love me cuz I had it
That won't last a day
We come from guns that's automatic
Hop
(hey) (woah)
Why my kidney rottin (hey)
All this pain I'm (woahhhhh)
My gun be automatic (yeah)
I'm a goddamn codeine addict (woah)
All this fame I gotta
I'm a fucking junkie, I'm a fucking addict
My house don't got an attic
But my gun fully automatic
To the feds listening, I don't even have it
Got all
it
All my guns they automatic
All my bitches made of plastic
Make him disappear like magic
All my money stretch, elastic
RIP you dead, you lacking
Yeah
can see by the fit
I bought a gun and its automatic
And I might aim for the eye but that's too dramatic
And I'ma keep searching the city I'm finding
yeah, the biggest (The biggest)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Big Moochie
Brand new gun, came with automatic switches (Brand new gun)
Carbon one-five, call this
semi-automatic machine guns
To defend yourselves from your government
The same authoritarian government you voted in
You voted in
Cocksuckers
The epitome
If I get too hot I'll shoot myself in the face
With a semi-automatic squirt gun
Ah, ah ah, ahh, ah
Nobody knows what is true!
Ah, ah ah, ahh, ah
smoked
That gun automatic, my car automatic
Ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I
rap attack cinematic
Modified gun made that bitch automatic
Lighting bolt gun Ima give em some static
Versatile rap gone bring more demographic
, a automatic 4 5th
Gun shots let off for my dogs, leave your boy stiff
Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
Play a part 'fore you fuck around and start a war
barking up the wrong tree
Especially when I’m hungry
Might grab an automatic
And gun down the masses it’s tragic
I feel all the pain and self proclaim
To be
bread
Now I'm really rich
Toe taggin, big baggin, automatic aimbot
Gun magging, you dragging, I don't know yo name thot
Stay nagging, you lagging, let him
my cockpit
Hey baby you know what
I got a game that I like to play
You can steer and ill load
My 9,7 automatic cockpit gun
I know your teacher never
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