Enough Ammo [Remix]

Yeah, real Za, nigga (Chapo) Chapo Yeah, nigga take precaution when you step in this trap house (trap house) Only drugs and guns allowed I get money everyday, I'm a cash cow (hrr, cow) Huh, my trust done ran out Huh, they block get fanned down (no) Enough ammo to shut yo' damn mouth Enough ammo to shoot this stick, and yo' ass ran out I'm eighteen, nigga, I can do it by myself, I'm a man now This a G-30, it's my favorite, this bitch shoot so loud Huh, these bitches be dick grabbin' They be dick hoppin', wanna shout out (bitches be dick suck-) You want solution to yo' problem? Drink this Wock' Nigga, you wanna live life on the edge? Say, "Fuck them cops" (fuck twelve) I don't give a fuck about you feelin' like You finna get caught in the mix, nigga send that drop I be antisocial with the goddamn bitches 'til 12 o'clock (on God) "How many shots?", Twenty-seven Bitch, I'm in Seven Heaven They ain't gon' never get me (no) Huh, yo' bitch got good becky Hold my pistol, bitch you know my stick heavy (on God) We gon' have a goddamn bang out, touch makaveli (on God) We gon' slide on all the opps while we got this stolen Chevy (on God, slime) I been hittin' shit with this Glock, nigga I'ma veterinarian He don't want no beef, he went vegetarian Got the biggest stain, boy I pass every letter So much stain, probably should meet the Devil You a pussy nigga, I be wit' real steppas Remix songs, Like I'm David Guetta (remix) I'll fuck yo' bitch in a ripped sweater I can get hard in the cold weather I got love scars, from the Glock metal They keep holdin' weight, we gon' bench press 'em I don't do no dates Let off them shots, it's a cold case V-lone on my back, Color OJ Woah don't like 'em, he can't stay (no) (Slime) Pushin' weight, no bench press Bend your ho over, yeah the BowFlex (uh-huh) I get money, she get more neck If it's champagne, bitch, it's more wet You know I campaign for 4L and everybody know it Keep my gun, not scared to show it Shooter with me, ready to blow it I stay on drugs (drugs), you can look at me and tell I'm loaded In the trap and they stay rollin' All my blunts, your ho is rollin' I'm on the Eastside of the hood in Zone 6, yeah, we posted If your nigga knows, you know me, yeah (Hahahahaha) Yeah, real Eastside niggas for real, man Y'all already know what the fuck goin' on around here, man You gotta stand up for this shit, man (yeah) Yeah, nigga take precaution when you step in this trap house (slime) Only drugs and guns allowed I get money everyday, I'm a cash cow (hrr) Huh, my trust done ran out Huh, they block get fanned down Enough ammo to shut yo' damn mouth Enough ammo to shoot this stick, and yo' ass ran out I'm eighteen, nigga, I can do it by myself, I'm a man now This a G-30, it's my favorite, this bitch shoot so loud These bitches be dick grabbin', they be dick hoppin', wanna shout out You want solution to yo' problem? Drink this Wock' Nigga, you wanna live life on the edge? Say, "Fuck them cops" (fuck twelve)