YFN Lucci, YFN Trae Pound - Ammunition lyrics

Okay, you know I’m with it, yeah
On every mission you know we ain’t missin'
Yeah and you know we havin' ammunition
Know my finger itchin'
Know I keep that pistol on
Me like it’s a tradition
I swear we barely had a pot to piss in
We were barely livin'
We were tryna get it, anybody get it
Yeah, now we havin' a
Whole lot of ammunition, yeah
Now we havin' a whole lot
Of hammers with me, yeah

Okay, that Draco with that drum
Will leave a nigga numb, huh
Hundred rounds get it done
All kinds of guns, huh
Like a pawn shop, thought I was with Jay the
Way my trunk rocked up big cuzz, cook it up
He say it’s all locked up
All heavy artillery
Very high up at the embassy
The paralyzed feelin' me
Who is he? Pound the fliest nigga in town
Play ‘round with me at 12, by 3 he was found
Two, two, three take a tree down
We smoke a tree down
Let your bitch catch my kids, yeah
That’s a rebound caught her on the rebound

Might smoke a pound with Pound
A hundred rounds outta town
Like fifty thou' for my crown
I told him, boy, better not play son
Get your face done
All black, looking like Akon
With more than eight guns
Said these bullets bigger than Faizon
Livin' wet as a pond pull out that problem
Give 'em somethin' to hate on
My nigga 'bout to beat the trial, yeah
They gon' hate on 'em
And if I want you dead
I get my boys to lay on 'em
Where I come from, niggas got a lot of hunger
If you got it, they gon' want you
So you gotta keep it on you

Okay, you know I’m with it, yeah
On every mission you know we ain’t missin'
Yeah and you know we havin' ammunition
Know my finger itchin'
Know I keep that pistol on
Me like it’s a tradition
I swear we barely had a pot to piss in
We were barely livin'
We were tryna get it, anybody get it
Yeah, now we havin' a
Whole lot of ammunition, yeah
Now we havin' a whole lot
Of hammers with me, yeah

Drum, Draco holdin' a drum, nigga
We got plenty drums
Two, two, three got drums, nigga
We pull up with drums, where you from, nigga?
Yeah, if you ain’t from 'round here
You better not come, nigga, yeah
Balmain with them shines in 'em
Know we ridin' with 'em
Probably never ride rental, only if
We slidin' in ‘em, yeah
We got so many Glocks
Three fifty-seven blocks
Three fifty-seven pops and everybody drops
You already know what’s happenin', hoe
Pull up with like twenty MACS like
We robbed the Apple Store
Fill a nigga up with the
Pump like we in Amoco
Rapper of the year, slayin' trapper of
The year, I get that pack, it disappear
Uh, see this the fastest one right here
And I don’t like to front, but yeah
My engine in the rear
If I get mentioned, then you killed
Big fence around the crib
I got your pension in my ear
Keep your distance, I don’t feel ya
Ayy, Pound got that AR and that R8
Know I’m in that i8 with that 308
Don’t violate broad day, shootout broad day
We can go all day
I go to sleep, wake up the same way

Okay, you know I’m with it, yeah
On every mission you know we ain’t missin'
Yeah and you know we havin' ammunition
Know my finger itchin'
Know I keep that pistol on
Me like it’s a tradition
I swear we barely had a pot to piss in
We were barely livin'
We were tryna get it, anybody get it
Yeah, now we havin' a
Whole lot of ammunition, yeah
Now we havin' a whole lot
Of hammers with me, yeah

Drum, Draco holdin' a drum, nigga
We got plenty drums
Two, two, three got drums, nigga
We pull up with drums, where you from, nigga?
We pull up with drums, where you from, nigga?