Rittz, Murs, Tech N9ne - Mo' Ammo lyrics

I'm in my bass pro camo
Lookin' like I'm Rambo
Military sack strapped with
Some Roman candles i'm 'bout to light it up
Like it's Independence Day
I do it underground
That's the independent way
I got a dinner date, I'm ten minutes late
With this chick that I met
Up on the internate
I mean the internet, I mean that fucking app
I mean a meth head
I met her in the fucking trap (huh?)
No, what the fuck is that?
I met her at a show (oh) i'm like Jeezy
Selling tickets like it's fucking snow
Or like I'm Yeezy, selling Yeezys
I'll be Goddamned
You gotta buy these VIP tickets, understand?
I mean a stream is just a
Dream unless you're front row
A million views, we lookin' good
But no dough i'm in the booth whippin' merch
Like I'm in the kitchen
Strange Music going stupid
It's your new addiction

We got guns, dope, clips for mo' ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key
Inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don't this music feel like you can fly?
Guns, dope, clips for mo' ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key
Inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don't this music feel like you can fly?

Look, if you ain't gave me my props yet
You late as fuck i like to think that I'm
Top five like Jada does
Speeding past these rappers like they
Traffic cops with radar guns
And counting so much money that
My fingertips got papercuts
You play and talk to me
You sweet as lemonade or punch
Caped Crusader Captain saved a slut
I met your lady once
We fucked and now it turned
Into a weekly visit
Got her hooked like I was deep sea fishing
And she mean business
She says she love to ride it all night
I really get head and she got
Suction like a Dyson Upright
I seen the sunlight
Woke up and play some Maxwell
She open wide and sat still
I fucked her throat and filmed it
Now that's what I call a gag reel
Again and again we win
While all you do is catch L's
My father ain't a farmer but his
Son became a cash cow
Revolver's on as fuck if you a
Boxer or a black belt should've packed, yeah
Go back on my double time shit and
I bet you I spazz out

We got guns, dope, clips for mo' ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key
Inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don't this music feel like you can fly?
Guns, dope, clips for mo' ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key
Inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don't this music feel like you can fly?

Growed with killas who rolled with Milla's
Some soulless niggas who go get liquor
Then blow spliffs wit ya
Popo suspicious we sold tricks fixes
To hold big riches
These roguish wishes is so ridiculous
Bogus bitches you ho's fictitious
And low wit glitches
The Dough made you notice DIBKIS
(I gotta stop)
Flows is gifted I get throwed get
Twisted then bro gets wicked when
I spit I'm bout to kill em
And a soul is lifted (That nigga hot)
My rap assignment give the
Industry an alignment
Rapper's ain't goin straight no mo'
Image really need refinement let a
Nigga help recreate yo flow, and I'm gon'
Design it to make mo' dough shake
Mo Ho's hey bro bro
This that N9ne shit! trippin! (why?)
Cause, I been drinkin like a camel (yeah?)
Tried to play me like a piano (yeah?)
Now I'm about to go Rambo
Packin' mo' ammo nigga!

We got guns, dope, clips for mo' ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key
Inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don't this music feel like you can fly?
Guns, dope, clips for mo' ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key
Inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don't this music feel like you can fly?