Ammunition (feat. YFN Trae Pound)

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Ok you know I'm with it
 On every mission you know we ain't missing, yeah
 And you know we having ammunition
 Know my finger itching
 Know I keep that pistol on me like it's a tradition
 (I swear we barely had a pot to piss in
 We were barely living
 We were tryna get it
 Anybody get it
 Yeah, now we havin' a whole lot of ammunition, yeah
 Now we having a whole lot of hammers with me, yeah)
 Ok that draco with that drum will leave a nigga numb, huh
 Hundred rounds get it done, all kinds of guns, huh
 Like a pawn shop, thought I was with Jada way my trunk rocked up
 Big called, cook it up, he say it's all locked up
 All heavy artillery, very high up at the embassy
 The paralyzed feeling me
 Who is he? Pound a fly nigga in town
 Play 'round with me at 12, by 3 he was found
 Two two three take a tree down, we smoke a tree down
 Let your bitch catch my kids, yeah that's a rebound
 Caught her on the rebound
 Might smoke a pound with Pound
 A hundred rounds out of town
 Like fifty thou for my crown
 I told him boy better not play some'
 Get your face done
 All black, looking like Akon
 With more than eight guns
 Said these bullets bigger than [?]
 Living wet as a pond
 Pull out that problem, give 'em something to hate on
 My nigga better to beat the trial yeah, they gon' hate on 'em
 And if I want you dead I get my boys to lay on 'em
 Where I come from niggas got a lot of hunger
 If you got it they gon' want you
 So you gotta keep it on you
 Ok you know I'm with it
 On every mission you know we ain't missing, yeah
 And you know we having ammunition
 Know my finger itching
 Know I keep that pistol on me like it's a tradition
 (I swear we barely had a pot to piss in
 We were barely living
 We were tryna get it
 Anybody get it
 Yeah, now we havin' a whole lot of ammunition, yeah
 Now we having a whole lot of hammers with me, yeah)
 Drum, draco holding a drum
 Nigga we got plenty drums
 Two two three got drums nigga
 We pull up with drums, where you from nigga?
 Yeah if you ain't from 'round here you better not come nigga, yeah
 Balmain with them shines in 'em
 Know we riding with 'em
 Probably never ride rental, only if we slidin' in 'em, yeah
 We got so many Glocks, three fifty-seven blocks
 Three fifty-seven pops, and everybody drops
 (You already know what's happening ho
 Pull up with like twenty MACS like we robbed the Apple Store
 Fill a nigga up with the pump like we in Amoco
 Rapper of the year, slayin' trapper of the year
 I get that pack, it disappear)
 See this the fastest one right here
 And I don't like to front, but yeah my engine in the rear
 (If I get mentioned in you killed
 Big fence around the crib, I got your pension in my ear
 Keep your distance, I don't feel ya)
 Aye Pound got that AR, and that R8
 Know I'm in that I8 with that 308, don't violate
 Broad day, shootout broad day
 We can go all day
 I go to sleep, wake up the same way
 Ok you know I'm with it
 On every mission you know we ain't missing, yeah
 And you know we having ammunition
 Know my finger itching
 Know I keep that pistol on me like it's a tradition
 (I swear we barely had a pot to piss in
 We were barely living
 We were tryna get it
 Anybody get it
 Yeah, now we havin' a whole lot of ammunition, yeah
 Now we having a whole lot of hammers with me, yeah)
 Drum, draco holding a drum
 Nigga we got plenty drums
 Two two three got drums nigga
 We pull up with drums, where you from nigga?
 We pull up with drums, where you from nigga?
 

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Duration
04:37
Key
8
Tempo
141 BPM

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