Snowgoons
Snowgoons - Still Got The Ammo songtekst
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[Verse 1:] I got a hotter steez, drive with exotic keys It's not at ease, bless niggas like they gotta sneeze Connect blessed me with a lot of trees Now I could plot a freeze, go with the wind when I spot a breeze From fake necklaces to bootleg Timb sales We all about the Malachis of York and stem cells And won't hesitate to let the trigger blow Cause all of my seeds just make a bigger flow I like the timing, repent for a [? ] Leviathan you're high up in, I write words to violins Cash to stack a van up against the cracker plan The blacker man still get the ammo like Pakistan Nice goal, hit your city and dice roll And slice holes like Lombardi at the Ice Bowl Hit with the wammo, three soldiers coming in camo What up fammo? You know we still got the ammo [Chorus:] Man, this shit with ammo and command a grip Staying equipped, moving hand to hand to flip Land and dip with ammo on the man to trip Plan to rip, the gun is like a tongue with a banana clip Man, this shit with ammo and command a grip Staying equipped, moving hand to hand to flip Land and dip with ammo on the man to trip Plan to rip, the gun is like a tongue with a banana clip [Verse 2:] So it's like a firearm and they not on safety Play my courts like gods like something like AC Understudy of a Pun drop, [? ] and the Jay-Zs Niggas hate me, take three, try to stop me For each and every one of you origami Shit on every track I'm on, portapotty War with poppy, verbally I'm more tsunami You aim on him every time [? ] Open sixteen I'm in I can [? ] abort your army Iller man manhandle the [? ] Still got ammo, your panel now falling to shambles Hang rope, get cancelled like you WB I'm gonna eat, hustle then breeze You ain't fucking with me Simple math I divide a couple hundred MCs From bricks to lyrics, aim specific We got more shots in the biscuit [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Talking on scope slip through the darkness and trees Weak or hardest indeed, make every artist [? ] My clip full of ammo, magazines come in threes Bootstrap, new rap, symbol on the fatigues Brave years of hardships, now I make that hard shit Moshpit marksmen gun blast regardless Corner the market and set it off like Frankie Cause these niggas just asked and y'all wanna thank me Mainly I boast for the shit that I stand for Allegiance is completed when y'all hitting the dance floor I never lose sight [? ] that's two nights Had more than two fights when they was hogging the mic Modelling type, my looks exceed what you imagine Mid-thirties my nigga and still make it happen I hate the past tense, I rock for now With Snowgoons, J. Sands, Main Flow, sugar high [Interlude] [Scratching] [Verse 4:] Hey yo my man the east born told me the streets warring Ran the castle, dodge the shells that keep pouring Early morning until the night transforming Far from dormant, the freaks come out without warning The shit's unlike the north side, Killa county Home sweet home but feeling like an out-of-townie I don't fuck with snakes but yo they still around me Plus the jake carry heat just to grill a brownie Straight up shit is real, let the trey-eight buck Better not tell a soul when you ain't wake up Cause them boys know the feds better than they know the ledge Big gates blow the bread on some [? ] blow their head Right off the shoulder, the kids getting older And the war's getting colder so I dip to SoCal Lay low and profile cause I got ammo that make it go blow