"Revolver" lyrics
(feat. DJ Paul & Don Trip)
Coop take off on 'em
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
How they hell you rob us?
Don't know what to rob
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
How they hell you rob us?
Don't know what to rob (DJ Paul)
40 Cal, fully out on, fully out on 40 Cal
I don't trust them bitches, half of them snitches, I tell you now
I always heard, keep your enemies closer, fuck 'em
Get 'em back, I keep 'em in my stove, bub
Bustin' with my Glocks, sit back and laugh like Mr. Roper
He was up the block, I was sittin' on my sofa
These streets ain't shit and they so, so cold (hey)
That's why I keep my hoodie with a 40 and a throw (hey)
Throw 'em in the trunk, cuff 'em to the spare tire (ah)
Take 'em to them Tennessee woods, set 'em on fire (ah)
Then hang his child remains with my piano wire (what?)
Use it for target practice (grr)
Don't speak spy
Rules of this shit that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
How they hell you rob us?
Don't know what to rob
Rules, rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules, rules of this shit (Jelly Roll)
That's why I keep a revolver (A-Game)
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
How the hell they rob us?
Don't know what to rob
I got guns in my room, in the den, in the kitchen, in the bathroom
So I ain't even slippin' while I'm shittin', I'm really with the shit
So I ain't even gotta mention, I'm no stranger to a cell, I know how these bitches snitchin'
In the tenth grade my cousin came in front of me on 4th wave
That's the real definition of a fuckin' slow day
Used to cut the white girl up with gloves like I was OJ
Give these haters heartburn, better get your own legs kicked though
Four-fifth pro with a big nose, white boy Jelly Roll
This my Don Trent flow, get dough, flip-o's, Mr. Armand Hammerman
Try me and be upset like a Alabama fan
Oh yeah, don't believe me? Well I'll put that on my mammoth head
Rap don't work, I'll be back to selling grams again
Talking 'bout the work that hit the prepaid, dawg
I'm trying to take over my city like DJ Paul, toe the pole
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
How the hell they rob us?
Don't know what to rob
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules, rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
How the hell they rob us?
Don't know what to rob
Alright, the clip hanging out, the way I own my weapon
I feel for the cat that may die from my weapon
The bitch on the passenger, high as Mount Everest
A couple grams of kusha have her leaking like the Levis
To mass up for the green Jim Carrey
Always on top of the cream like Cherries
Try me and I'll have a bullet at your Hail Mary
You can either dig what I spit or get buried
Too long dead with no permit to carry
So I will gun you down in a hurry
Fly it in the wings on a fuckin' tooth fairy
The hoes is too sneaky and these niggas too jealous
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
How the hell they rob?
Don't know what to rob
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why keep a revolver
How the hell they rob us?
Don't know what to rob
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
How the hell they rob us?
Don't know what to rob
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
How they hell you rob us?
Don't know what to rob
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
How they hell you rob us?
Don't know what to rob (DJ Paul)
40 Cal, fully out on, fully out on 40 Cal
I don't trust them bitches, half of them snitches, I tell you now
I always heard, keep your enemies closer, fuck 'em
Get 'em back, I keep 'em in my stove, bub
Bustin' with my Glocks, sit back and laugh like Mr. Roper
He was up the block, I was sittin' on my sofa
These streets ain't shit and they so, so cold (hey)
That's why I keep my hoodie with a 40 and a throw (hey)
Throw 'em in the trunk, cuff 'em to the spare tire (ah)
Take 'em to them Tennessee woods, set 'em on fire (ah)
Then hang his child remains with my piano wire (what?)
Use it for target practice (grr)
Don't speak spy
Rules of this shit that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
How they hell you rob us?
Don't know what to rob
Rules, rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules, rules of this shit (Jelly Roll)
That's why I keep a revolver (A-Game)
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
How the hell they rob us?
Don't know what to rob
I got guns in my room, in the den, in the kitchen, in the bathroom
So I ain't even slippin' while I'm shittin', I'm really with the shit
So I ain't even gotta mention, I'm no stranger to a cell, I know how these bitches snitchin'
In the tenth grade my cousin came in front of me on 4th wave
That's the real definition of a fuckin' slow day
Used to cut the white girl up with gloves like I was OJ
Give these haters heartburn, better get your own legs kicked though
Four-fifth pro with a big nose, white boy Jelly Roll
This my Don Trent flow, get dough, flip-o's, Mr. Armand Hammerman
Try me and be upset like a Alabama fan
Oh yeah, don't believe me? Well I'll put that on my mammoth head
Rap don't work, I'll be back to selling grams again
Talking 'bout the work that hit the prepaid, dawg
I'm trying to take over my city like DJ Paul, toe the pole
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
How the hell they rob us?
Don't know what to rob
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules, rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
How the hell they rob us?
Don't know what to rob
Alright, the clip hanging out, the way I own my weapon
I feel for the cat that may die from my weapon
The bitch on the passenger, high as Mount Everest
A couple grams of kusha have her leaking like the Levis
To mass up for the green Jim Carrey
Always on top of the cream like Cherries
Try me and I'll have a bullet at your Hail Mary
You can either dig what I spit or get buried
Too long dead with no permit to carry
So I will gun you down in a hurry
Fly it in the wings on a fuckin' tooth fairy
The hoes is too sneaky and these niggas too jealous
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
How the hell they rob?
Don't know what to rob
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why keep a revolver
How the hell they rob us?
Don't know what to rob
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
How the hell they rob us?
Don't know what to rob
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
Rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
