FIREARM

I got too many sticks I can supply me a city In a free car with tents when it's time to go spin And I'm sticked up, I keep me on firearm with me Ap with a drum on that bitch with like 60 Shells get to flyin' through walls, hadda 556 300 blackout 60 ball with a scope Boutta shoot up his kick back, I'ma air it out quick You can't get up with me, cause I'm bussin my firearm quick It was just me and bruh two switches and a micro drizzy I ain't with the mind games, you get shot just for looking at me And your lil ass nine, ain't enough to get with me Told bruh stop spinning with nines, and upgrade his artillery Arps and big-ass Glocks, we boutta come like the military He was dissin' on me, now his face in a obituary I Told bruh to chill, he sending shit to the cemetery And they don't come around me, cause most of these niggas scary And niggas be lyin' like shit, they be cap rap Lil butt bitch, cute face, ate me up like a Rapsnack Brown skin fat, butt bitch, broke her down, and I broke her back Bitch I'm ocm back I got plenty of straps He was dissin' at first, till I gave him a dirt nap They said they gon' spin on black, know where I stay they ain't do it yet Arp with a 60 ball, switch with a Chris vect And we spined that night, killed his man, he don't know he next Shoot his ass in his head and watch his arm collapse He got hit by a drac , nigga died from a back shot And We playin' with drums and legs like Popeyes It was multiple shots, Outback in the parking lot Draco's and ak's like we in Iraq Mix The white with the bacon soda wwatch how it lock How many shots you let off , I don't know, it was a lot I got a 50-round drum, I ain't count my shots I got too many sticks I can supply me a city In a free car with tents when it's time to go spin And I'm sticked up, I keep me on firearm with me Ap with a drum on that bitch with like 60 Shells get to flyin' through walls, hadda 556 300 blackout 60 ball with a scope Boutta shoot up his kick back, I'ma air it out quick You can't get up with me, cause I'm bussin my firearm quick It was just me and bruh two switches and a micro drizzy I ain't with the mind games, you get shot just for looking at me And your lil ass nine, ain't enough to get with me Told bruh stop spinning with nines, and upgrade his artillery Arps and big-ass Glocks, we boutta come like the military He was dissin' on me, now his face in a obituary I Told bruh to chill, he sending shit to the cemetery And they don't come around me, cause most of these niggas scary