Bullets

Fire couple more

Bodies hit the floor

It’s a cold Cold War

What we living for

Better have a strong stomach

It’s a lot of gore

Got my blicker tucked

I can never lack, I cannot get caught stuck

What the fuck

I don’t wanna add to the statistic bruh

Shit is hard

I just wanna make off of spitting bars

Death at large

Reaper snatching souls we loosing **** more

Beez swooped me from work in stolen cars

Can’t lie swallowed my heart

I was shook, couple weeks

I got the call he behind bars

Told mama that I’ma take charge

Like mama what you crying for

Then she cried some more

When she learned that I was selling hard

No lie I had them bars

I should’ve sold them hoes off too

I was takin’ Xans to ease anxiety

Like **** do

I was hurtin’ asking God

Like what my purpose, shit ain’t workin’

I was ready to give it up

I’m so glad that I just kept workin’

Cause I know one thing for certain

We were made for this

I swear we getting to a place

They didn’t think that we can

If **** take my ****

We gon’ slide we droppin’ many men

I fell in love with triggers

Cause everybody got one where we live

You gotta have it

Fire couple more

Bodies hit the floor

It’s a cold Cold War

What we living for

Better have a strong stomach

It’s a lot of gore

Man us **** can’t be lackin

Gotta carry a torch

Bullets steady flying

Cross the boulevard

Praying none them touch my ****

We can lose no more

We just chilling

We just living tryna do it large

There’s way more guns

Then there’s men in the war

Bullets keep on flying

I can’t take much more of this

Bullets keep on flying

I can’t take this bullshit

Bullets keep on flying

We keep sliding we add to this

Bullets keep on flying

I can’t take much more of this