Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro, P.O.P. - M16 lyrics
[Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro, P.O.P. - M16 lyrics]
M16, I'm reloading my magazine
And I will murder, ever bumber clot run
Keep my hand, on my gun whoa
I don't think they want the beef
Cause these type of problems ain't
Fin to go away
These friends I'm packing with me
Remind ya don't ever fuck with Trae
And if these bitches get up in you
Ain't no need to pray
Cause praying with this pain
Will have you praying they take you away
I still post up
And let niggas know I don't bar a thang
I'm gangstafied motherfucker
Talk down and watch I make it rain
And it ain't nothing that can stop it
I promise you that i put that on the Truth
My brothers and Mr fat Pat
Now if they really want it
These niggas gon have to get it
I'm trying to put something on your mind
Just so you don't forget it
My M16, will be the reason niggas take a loss
When I get it out, just watch how fast this
Bitch'll rearrange your house
The shit I got
Will make the laws back up and get the SWAT
But even what they got
Will give it up cause these bullets be hot
I'm like original roster
Who wanna run with me
Cause what I'm bringing out
Don't think they wanna fuck with me
I keep a heater
But I'm known for my murder 16's
Killer speaker killer beats
So I murder 16's so they M16's, tote a M16
I call it my bodyguard
Cause they instance mean
In the streets of the city, it ain't no love
Them boys'll fuck you quick
Without no glove
I'm riding, in haters road blocks
Them jackers don't stop
They'll blaze your whole spot
So a nigga on spot, with the gauges on cock
And them Orville Redenbach Glocks, is on pop
So POP, I will P-O-P
'Fore I let another mother-mother
Squeeze on me in the H to the T-X
You better pray or be X'd
They don't play you'll be next
You better raise your protection yes son
And just to see another day it's a blessing
So I keep a weapon, my
Is it me Glock 40, bump-bump-bump-bump nope
Is it me 45, bump-bump-bump-bump nope
Is it me 3-57, bump-bump-bump-bump nope
Me M16, taping off the murder scene
Inhaling potent doja
With muddy cup of codeine
Me people don't even play me close
Cause them don't know me
Me don't want no company
Me kick it with me lonely
And will murder anyone of you snitches
Run up on me
But my grandmother didn't raise a killer
She raised up a Christian
But the fact that I was already down
And people kept kicking made me crazy
That's why I got no love for nobody lately
And I told y'all once before
None of my weapons have a safety
Ru-run up on me once
I'mma beat your ass down
Ru-run up on me twice
I'mma heat your ass down
Place you in another dimension
Nobody can see you now rest in peace
I'm the king of the streets yeah
And I will murder, ever bumber clot run
Keep my hand, on my gun whoa
I don't think they want the beef
Cause these type of problems ain't
Fin to go away
These friends I'm packing with me
Remind ya don't ever fuck with Trae
And if these bitches get up in you
Ain't no need to pray
Cause praying with this pain
Will have you praying they take you away
I still post up
And let niggas know I don't bar a thang
I'm gangstafied motherfucker
Talk down and watch I make it rain
And it ain't nothing that can stop it
I promise you that i put that on the Truth
My brothers and Mr fat Pat
Now if they really want it
These niggas gon have to get it
I'm trying to put something on your mind
Just so you don't forget it
My M16, will be the reason niggas take a loss
When I get it out, just watch how fast this
Bitch'll rearrange your house
The shit I got
Will make the laws back up and get the SWAT
But even what they got
Will give it up cause these bullets be hot
I'm like original roster
Who wanna run with me
Cause what I'm bringing out
Don't think they wanna fuck with me
I keep a heater
But I'm known for my murder 16's
Killer speaker killer beats
So I murder 16's so they M16's, tote a M16
I call it my bodyguard
Cause they instance mean
In the streets of the city, it ain't no love
Them boys'll fuck you quick
Without no glove
I'm riding, in haters road blocks
Them jackers don't stop
They'll blaze your whole spot
So a nigga on spot, with the gauges on cock
And them Orville Redenbach Glocks, is on pop
So POP, I will P-O-P
'Fore I let another mother-mother
Squeeze on me in the H to the T-X
You better pray or be X'd
They don't play you'll be next
You better raise your protection yes son
And just to see another day it's a blessing
So I keep a weapon, my
Is it me Glock 40, bump-bump-bump-bump nope
Is it me 45, bump-bump-bump-bump nope
Is it me 3-57, bump-bump-bump-bump nope
Me M16, taping off the murder scene
Inhaling potent doja
With muddy cup of codeine
Me people don't even play me close
Cause them don't know me
Me don't want no company
Me kick it with me lonely
And will murder anyone of you snitches
Run up on me
But my grandmother didn't raise a killer
She raised up a Christian
But the fact that I was already down
And people kept kicking made me crazy
That's why I got no love for nobody lately
And I told y'all once before
None of my weapons have a safety
Ru-run up on me once
I'mma beat your ass down
Ru-run up on me twice
I'mma heat your ass down
Place you in another dimension
Nobody can see you now rest in peace
I'm the king of the streets yeah