"Enough Ammo" lyrics
Whoa (Chapo), Chapo
Yeah, nigga take precaution when you step in this trap house
Only guns and drugs allowed, I get money everyday, I'm a cash cow (Hrr)
Huh, my trust done ran out
Huh, they block get fanned out
Enough ammo to shut yo' damn mouth
Enough ammo to shoot this stick, and yo' ass ran out
I'm 18, 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
Solution to yo' problem, drink this wok
Nigga, you wanna live life on the edge, say "Fuck them cops"
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 bitch until 12 o'clock
"How many shots?", 27
Bitch I'm in Seven Heaven
They ain't gon' never get me
Huh, yo' bitch got good becky
Hold my pistol, bitch you know my stick heavy
We gon' have a goddamn bang out, touch Makaveli
We gon' slide on all the opps while we have this stolen Chevy
I been hittin' shit with this Glock, nigga I'ma veterinarian
Don't want no beef, you 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
I'll fuck yo' bitch in a real 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
Whoa don't like 'em, he can't stay
Yeah, nigga take precaution when you step in this trap house
Only guns and drugs allowed, I get money everyday, I'm a cash cow (Hrr)
Huh, my trust done ran out
Huh, they block get fanned out
Enough ammo to shut yo' damn mouth
Enough ammo to shoot this stick, and yo' ass ran out
I'm 18, 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
Solution to yo' problem, drink this wok
Nigga, you wanna live life on the edge, say "Fuck them cops" (Fuck twelve)
Yeah, nigga take precaution when you step in this trap house
Only guns and drugs allowed, I get money everyday, I'm a cash cow (Hrr)
Huh, my trust done ran out
Huh, they block get fanned out
Enough ammo to shut yo' damn mouth
Enough ammo to shoot this stick, and yo' ass ran out
I'm 18, 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
Solution to yo' problem, drink this wok
Nigga, you wanna live life on the edge, say "Fuck them cops"
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 bitch until 12 o'clock
"How many shots?", 27
Bitch I'm in Seven Heaven
They ain't gon' never get me
Huh, yo' bitch got good becky
Hold my pistol, bitch you know my stick heavy
We gon' have a goddamn bang out, touch Makaveli
We gon' slide on all the opps while we have this stolen Chevy
I been hittin' shit with this Glock, nigga I'ma veterinarian
Don't want no beef, you 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
I'll fuck yo' bitch in a real 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
Whoa don't like 'em, he can't stay
Yeah, nigga take precaution when you step in this trap house
Only guns and drugs allowed, I get money everyday, I'm a cash cow (Hrr)
Huh, my trust done ran out
Huh, they block get fanned out
Enough ammo to shut yo' damn mouth
Enough ammo to shoot this stick, and yo' ass ran out
I'm 18, 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
Solution to yo' problem, drink this wok
Nigga, you wanna live life on the edge, say "Fuck them cops" (Fuck twelve)
Writer(s): Alexander Quezada, Alex Alvarado
