Kodak Black, NFL Tuewop - Ammunition lyrics

[Kodak Black, NFL Tuewop - Ammunition lyrics]

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I was standin' over a nigga
Tryna find the benders
Corner graphin', like "Lil bruh
Don't even kill 'em"
I got my heat on me right now, in the studio
Chillin' i'm rockin' VLONE and the V
Stands for very vicious
I got the grip, I got the whips
I got plenty bitches
I got sticks, I got clips
I'm havin' ammunition
Tell me how you wanna play it
I'ma get with you
'Cause I'm gon' find out where you
Stay and I'ma pay a visit

This an AR, but I hit a nigga close distance
In the middle of the KR
'cause I'm comfortable when I'm
In the trenches i can eat or spend a band
Or I'ma spend a ticket
But either way, a nigga play
Then he fuckin' get it
I'm a snipe, I get my man or his necessary
Me in sight, jumped out the bands
Went to jumpin' fences
And we ski's with the reas'
All black dickin'
Fuck you mean? I got Zs, we in Mississippi
Don't get yolked, we'll rope a nigga
Like we linchin'
This that smoke that make you
Choke and leave niggas twitchin'
I got four-wheelers and Benji's
Rovers and Bentleys
I'm gon' stand over a nigga
Let him see me grinnin'
Three hundred a show and spent
A hundred on the pendant
Just ten minutes ago and
I be already bendin'
I'm gon' light me somethin' up
This ain't no fuckin' image
You know they call me Kodak
I might fuck around and film it

I was standin' over a nigga
Tryna find the benders
Corner graphin', like "Lil bruh
Don't even kill 'em"
I got my heat on me right now, in the studio
Chillin' i'm rockin' VLONE and the V
Stands for very vicious
I got the grip, I got the whips
I got plenty bitches
I got sticks, I got clips
I'm havin' ammunition
Tell me how you wanna play it
I'ma get with you
'Cause I'm gon' find out where you
Stay and I'ma pay a visit

Make a nigga bend before you kill him
That shit a tradition
Blood in my eyes, on vulture mode
She fuckin' with my vision
I ain't droppin' no water, I'ma slang
This dope and chase 'em out, it's tennis
And we strictly headshots
ARP blow off the nigga fitted
Bendin' blocks, sell a nigga dope
Like a Jehovah witness
Lil' too hard, livin' life like a
Stripper, on all these poles, keep titties
The boss say it's smoke
We slice your throat
Real cutthroat committee
Hollow dug in his face, ate 'em, ew, ew
Gave him a buck fifty
We got armed and pills around
Hella ammunition
Kidnappin' niggas in broad day
You know this shit get wicked
Done before this honor, mob ties
Forever stand on business
Still in souls, thief in the night
Reaper of the trenches

I was standin' over a nigga
Tryna find the benders
Corner graphin', like "Lil bruh
Don't even kill 'em"
I got my heat on me right now, in the studio
Chillin' i'm rockin' VLONE and the V
Stands for very vicious
I got the grip, I got the whips
I got plenty bitches
I got sticks, I got clips
I'm havin' ammunition
Tell me how you wanna play it
I'ma get with you
'Cause I'm gon' find out where you
Stay and I'ma pay a visit

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