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yfn lucci - ammunition كلمات الأغنية

[chorus: yfn lucci]
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 p-ss 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

[verse 1: yfn trae pound]
okay, that draco with that drum will leave a n-gga numb, huh
hundred rounds get it done, all kinds of guns, huh
like a p-wn 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 emb-ssy
the paralyzed feelin’ me
who is he? pound the fliest n-gga 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 b-tch catch my kids, yeah, that’s a rebound
caught her on the rebound

[verse 2: yfn lucci]
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 n-gga ’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, n-ggas got a lot of hunger
if you got it, they gon’ want you
so you gotta keep it on you

[verse 3: yfn lucci & yfn trae pound]
drum, draco holdin’ a drum, n-gga, we got plenty drums
two, two, three got drums, n-gga
we pull up with drums, where you from, n-gga?
yeah, if you ain’t from ’round here, you better not come, n-gga, 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 n-gga 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 k!lled
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

[outro: yfn lucci]
drum, draco holdin’ a drum, n-gga, we got plenty drums
two, two, three got drums, n-gga
we pull up with drums, where you from, n-gga?
we pull up with drums, where you from, n-gga?

- yfn lucci

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