Song Lyrics
Two desert eages cocked like fuck jail, and when theres beef niggas get jacked like jumbo, never know you could be next to rip
One shot make your body fly three ways, i got a 40 cal a black tre pound and they both go
So when you pouring out liquor take an extra sip for yourself, handheld missles
cause we don t need haters
wherever he was going well his trip got delayed
they like junk mail
i got a 44 mag a glock in the stash and the both go
When i aim the fifth i make em disappear on some chris angel shit, a 22 ain t big but i got a chrome 6 and i make it go
i got three k s
I got a 40 cal a black tre pound and they both go, i got a 40 cal a black tre pound and they both go
Hold on i ain t finished yet, they like junk mail Boy, see i m back on my gangster shit
I got a 40 cal a black tre pound and they both go, while they at home myspacin
i got a 40 cal a black tre pound and they both go
A 22 ain t big but i got a chrome 6 and i make it go, wherever he was going well his trip got delayed
i m 4 deep in 03 ml
You better run bro, you better have your vest on at the front door Bang, one shot make your body fly three ways
Ak-47 strapped on a mac 11 bet they both go, now these rap niggas beefing on the internet
i m outside holdin pumps like a gas station
i got a 40 cal a black tre pound and they both go
Two desert eages cocked like fuck jail, guns like motumbo Bang, not the normal guns this shit is gi baby
you better have your vest on at the front door
While they at home myspacin, catch em on the freeway
Government issue, now these rap niggas beefing on the internet