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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #502
Peak in subgenre #125
Author
Gods Plenty Inc
Rights
2013
Uploaded
March 13, 2013
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 4:34
Lyrics
Gettin my strap, ASAP.
CCW
A.K. A-K that
Wanna break beef, Let me show you where ya plate at.
Pull a dirty East. Six silverware to stake at.
stay back b*** or rest in peace and watch the playback.
The lazyboy hollows make you wobble and then lay back.
Woo slow motion
And you aint have to say that
Revenge is a dish served cold for the payback.
Take that
I'm in the range bro
Tote a couple things, yo
A .44 mag is in my jeans that's why they hang low.
You wanna tango?
I'll kill ya whole gang, oh!
And all I need is 1 bullet, like my name's Rango.
Bleed a rainbow
A tiger can't be tamed;
told you pussies I'm a beast up in this muthaf*** in game. So
Best to respect mine
Or feel a f*** in tech 9
That's aiming for your
neck spine,
so there will be no next time.
Flatline.
Choppers make me salivate.
I'm hiding in the shadows waiting for you to retaliate.
I ain't so hard to find.
Let me help you navigate
Say hi to a friend of mine
Gattlin gun rattlesnake
Chorus-
Right to bear arms, I defend it
(shot) Gun salute to the #2 amendment.
Obey the rule
Okay, let me bend it.
Full assault rifles and a couple clips extended
Muzzle on the tip, pun intended.
Silence any violence,
If they start it, I'm a end it.
License I got it, its done.
If a n*** uninvited feel the bite of this gun.
Guns don't kill people.. I do
They yelling billy!
Find you in the bayou.
Curious monkey
Is that a knife dundee,
Well, this a desert ease and that b*** kick donkey
Keep your composure. No side ways sh**
Leave that myth for the movies
That's why they miss.
Shoot from the hip.
That clip can burn, try me!
I tote a tommy call it
hitman hearns.
Now the feel the pain like Martin
You gettin slain like Spartan
Yo picture frame on the side of that carton.
You beg ya pardon
Then you better start dartin
These pistol bullets do some paralyzed parkin.
-Chorus-
Snub nose
Judge those
Blood hounds
Drowning, in bullets
Flood rounds
Civilians, in rags
To boss attire,
They hear the crossfire,
Quickly learn to hug grounds.
Kill confirmed.
Touch you and your tags drop
paper Presidential
Come and get ya Cash crops
My credentials darker than the black ops
Duel wieldin devil
double hand glocks
"omg! He got an Smg!
And he's aimin it at you. No, oh its me!
Woe is me.
The last alive
Swept, no rug
Still classified.
-Chorus-
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