HEAVY ARTILLERY (feat. kaisani)

Yeah, yeah, K Bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah Aye, aye, aye, (woah) aye Woah (aye), yeah, yeah (aye) (Aye) yeah, yeah (aye) Niggas think that they hard but they not Get the kick, we got it all on lock, uh Mask down, we runnin' his spot I fuck around and get him hit with the glock Bro, nigga, talkin' Just shut up and stop You flippin' the patties, I'm makin' the guap You sendin' bullets but all of them miss But when I send me a bullet, it's hittin' ya top See, I'm on my grown shit Had to tell ya hoe, "Leave me alone, bitch" When I pull this glock out of my bag And I up and I tote it, I promise I won't miss And to all of them hatin' ass niggas that stay on my phone You can go eat a whole dick (gang, gang) While your trappa keep hittin' my line (gang, gang) She keep testin' my phone Tryna ring at the tone, bitch (gang, yeah) Better make a miss, nigga This might be yo' end, nigga Talkin' buddy-buddy get you fucked up We not friends, nigga Told yo' bitch that we can't fuck if that bitch is not a ten, nigga Nigga got it twisted, would've thought his ass was rim, nigga Sold just like a ram, nigga Choppa blam-blam-blam, nigga Bitch, do not disturb me like Elijah and it's Kam, nigga Bitch, I kill yo' ass Don't know why you thought we fam, nigga I run through yo' club Bitch, shoot it, I'm not talkin' Sams, nigga OK, like, Bulls a trip tonight I'll take his bitch tonight Fist gallant till we withdraw 'Lil bitch a space like a gigabyte Little niggas pick a fight Look at you and yo' fah-fah You was talkin' that shit on the net Put that blick to yo' neck Yo' guts gettin' twisted like pah-pah Make that boy shit to his stomach My glock made him vomit I lock up shit like a rockstar Aye, you gotta pay for dick or we ain't fuckin' Got that bitch on me, guess what I be clutchin' And it's extendo, yeah, I hold a hunnid Now that pussy nigga runnin' Enter his back and comin' out his stomach My niggas go up on other niggas' clummet Take out the trash, your music in a ruckus He wanted a feature, ask him what his budget I don't want your budget, bitch Hit that bitch and break her back on some other shit And I don't give a fuck about occasion If I'm walking out, then you know that I'm clutchin' it Got a problem, we solve the equation I'm walkin' him down with a heater and oven mitt If he make the wrong move then I'm bustin' it Mickey Deez on my dick, she be lovin' it On God Yeah, you ain't spittin' no bars Go get a dictionary I start dreamin' a feature beatin' your ass Now I feel like a visionary She like to look at my face while I'm deep in the guts So I'm fuckin' her missionary Run up on me if you really darin' Step on these niggas, I feel like Aaron I'm not carin' I swear I got kids, I'm that niggas' parent On my Brody, I get to that bankroll I won't love or treat for a stank hoe My dick great, sorta like Naeko I'm a demon when I'm givin' them halo DBK blowin' up, eeiny meenie This not a company, get out of my fuckin' business Better buy if you can't comprehend it I just stay busy while cuttin' off competition You was just fuckin' for competitive Smokin' gas, extra work This a sedative I'm too fly in this bitch like a pelican Like a Nova 'cause my flow too elegant Talkin' on with whatever man say he rappin' I just fuckin' know you can't take his life And then I hide his skeleton No one searchin' for him He irrelevant Uh, uh