Ak47 (feat. Mic' B & Acrimonious)

Walking down the alleyway Tryna catch a fade Got that twin M two, two 9 strapped on me Boy don't fuckin' play Extra clip be loaded in my pocket Case I gotta spray AK-47 right To your motherfuckin' face Switching it up, giving no fucks Rocking a tux, gold deluxe My neck drip, my wrist wet Ounce on deck, cook it up like a chef Man I'm tripping, acid hitting Blurring my vision, premonition Wishing I could hit the lotto Just to pay for my tuition, dang F*ck it, I'ma kill it I'ma cook it, I'ma grill it I'ma skin it, I'ma peel it I'ma dose it with my feelings I'ma do that Prove that, move that, get back Start a new wave for Central Oregon rap All the kids who thought That I couldn't do that Well I'ma do that Who's that I'm the dude who does that Does that, was that, do that, who that I'm the man who came back With some boom-bap, boom-bap Hi-hats and a crew neck Oh shit, don't do that 1 Step, 2 step Who's next, me next No flex, no stress, no sex, I guess Confess regrets, all that shit Is not important to me, I guess Walking down the alleyway Tryna catch a fade Got that twin M two, two 9 strapped on me Boy don't fuckin' play Extra clip be loaded in my pocket Case I gotta spray AK-47 right To your motherfuckin' face "What's that?" It's a bird, it's a plane It's a man, who's insane It's a shame, that he came With rain, it's okay, it's okay It's okay, it's okay, it's okay I said I promise everything Is gonna be okay, ahh Everyone, get up, stand tall It's bout time to get rid Of this man, once and for all And all for one, da da dum Dum, dum, dum, dum Cock back, reload Hit the drum, drum, drum Now you done Now you body feels numb Now she sucking on my meat She said it taste like gum She a rich a girl And I'm just a bum And I'm just a bum Bust my load how I bust my gun Deep in them guts And it's just for fun She fell in love, thinks I'm the one Dumb Da, da, dum, dum, dum That girl is dumb Better not run Better run, run, run Before I bust my, um I'ma bust it quick, as I can Pull it out my motherfuckin' waste-line I just saw you eating So don't ask if you can take mine I heard a couple things about your crew Through the grapevine But I will probably ask if it's true 'For I raise mine I don't got a Glock, but I'ma keep a 5 on me I was walking to the store And shawty put her eyes on me I said, who you think you are bitch Do you wanna ride with me I just copped a fucking car You see it's parked behind on me Lotta rapping, I don't bang I just like to shine to it Why don't you hop in So I can take you to get dug out I'm only gonna hit it If she likes to poke her butt out Ugh, huh Told her keep quiet, putcha tongue out Then I'ma gonna dip out Put on Nikes before I come out, yeah