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Enough Ammo

de Glokk40Spaz

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 till 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)

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