"AR-15" lyrics
I'm in L.A. like I'm a Laker, AR-15 shoot like A. Reaves (Yeah)
I'm gon' slime you out (Brrt), better watch your back 'cause you sow what you reap
We been got that get-back for Z (You know that)
When we jump out, we quick on feet (You know that)
He tried to run, he got Ricky'd (Brrt)
Stand over him, face shots ID
I treat the bird every high-speed
Niggas be bappin', they police (Uh-huh)
I hit his ho, bust on her teeth (You know that)
Killin' shit fun, do it with ease
She tryna trap with a baby (I can't)
Thirty-five-shot Glock stick, KD
His ass a rat, he bit the cheese (He did)
Amiri jeans stuffed with blue cheese (You know that)
His ass an actor, not a factor, he a fuckin' wannabe
Niggas be actin' like they clappin', they ass just wanna be seen
SRT beat up the street (Skrrt), won't throw my pole, that just ain't me (That ain't)
Ain't want his ho, she was on me (She was)
I ain't gon' lie, she got good throat, that pussy wet, that bitch a freak
Smack Breado up like Will Smith (Damn)
But he ain't had a switch when he smacked Chris (Uh-uh)
Glock 27 spit, don't glitch (Brrt, brrt)
Fifty rounds with a switch
When they slid, they shot and missed
When we slide, bounce out and blitz
DOA, another vic'
You shoot out cars, you a bitch (Bitch)
You dropped your gun on a hit (Damn)
He got the ups, his blick ain't blow (Uh-uh)
We put shit below the floor
.300 Blackout with a scope
I drink orange juice with no pulp (I don't)
So high right now, feel like I'm floatin' (Damn)
Don't say my name, turn shit to ghosts (Yeah)
Now your mama sittin' front row (You know that)
I don't play games, I'm not a joke (Uh-uh)
We tap heads, split niggas' dome
Draco missiles breakin' bones
Too hot, on fire, in my zone
(Bitch, too hot, on fire, in my zone, brrt)
I'm in L.A. like I'm a Laker, AR-15 shoot like A. Reaves
I'm gon' slime you out, better watch your back 'cause you sow what you reap
We been got that get-back for Z (You know that)
When we jump out, we quick on feet (You know that)
He tried to run, he got Ricky'd
Stand over him, face shots ID
I treat the bird every high-speed
Niggas be bappin', they police
I hit his ho, bust on her teeth
Killin' shit fun, do it with ease
She tryna trap with a baby
Thirty-five-shot Glock stick, KD
His ass a rat, he bit the cheese
Amiri jeans stuffed with blue cheese (Bitch)
His ass a rat, he bit the cheese
Thirty-five-shot Glock stick, KD
His ass a rat, he bit the cheese
Amiri jeans stuffed with blue cheese
I'm gon' slime you out (Brrt), better watch your back 'cause you sow what you reap
We been got that get-back for Z (You know that)
When we jump out, we quick on feet (You know that)
He tried to run, he got Ricky'd (Brrt)
Stand over him, face shots ID
I treat the bird every high-speed
Niggas be bappin', they police (Uh-huh)
I hit his ho, bust on her teeth (You know that)
Killin' shit fun, do it with ease
She tryna trap with a baby (I can't)
Thirty-five-shot Glock stick, KD
His ass a rat, he bit the cheese (He did)
Amiri jeans stuffed with blue cheese (You know that)
His ass an actor, not a factor, he a fuckin' wannabe
Niggas be actin' like they clappin', they ass just wanna be seen
SRT beat up the street (Skrrt), won't throw my pole, that just ain't me (That ain't)
Ain't want his ho, she was on me (She was)
I ain't gon' lie, she got good throat, that pussy wet, that bitch a freak
Smack Breado up like Will Smith (Damn)
But he ain't had a switch when he smacked Chris (Uh-uh)
Glock 27 spit, don't glitch (Brrt, brrt)
Fifty rounds with a switch
When they slid, they shot and missed
When we slide, bounce out and blitz
DOA, another vic'
You shoot out cars, you a bitch (Bitch)
You dropped your gun on a hit (Damn)
He got the ups, his blick ain't blow (Uh-uh)
We put shit below the floor
.300 Blackout with a scope
I drink orange juice with no pulp (I don't)
So high right now, feel like I'm floatin' (Damn)
Don't say my name, turn shit to ghosts (Yeah)
Now your mama sittin' front row (You know that)
I don't play games, I'm not a joke (Uh-uh)
We tap heads, split niggas' dome
Draco missiles breakin' bones
Too hot, on fire, in my zone
(Bitch, too hot, on fire, in my zone, brrt)
I'm in L.A. like I'm a Laker, AR-15 shoot like A. Reaves
I'm gon' slime you out, better watch your back 'cause you sow what you reap
We been got that get-back for Z (You know that)
When we jump out, we quick on feet (You know that)
He tried to run, he got Ricky'd
Stand over him, face shots ID
I treat the bird every high-speed
Niggas be bappin', they police
I hit his ho, bust on her teeth
Killin' shit fun, do it with ease
She tryna trap with a baby
Thirty-five-shot Glock stick, KD
His ass a rat, he bit the cheese
Amiri jeans stuffed with blue cheese (Bitch)
His ass a rat, he bit the cheese
Thirty-five-shot Glock stick, KD
His ass a rat, he bit the cheese
Amiri jeans stuffed with blue cheese
Writer(s): Jeffery Harris, Parker Bell
