Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song INDIAN WEAPONS, artist - Eric North. Album song A_CRY4HELP, in the genre Date of issue: 20.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Anti-World, D_U2k
Song language: English
INDIAN WEAPONS |
| Ooh, I got it now bitch, I got it now bitch |
| I got it now bitch, bitch, bitch |
| I will make your corpse dance |
| Dumb bitch quit blurting out my name |
| Not the same, off the walls |
| Two vans holdin' K’s |
| No escaping this fate when situations outta hand |
| It’s a Panic! |
| at the Disco, MAC-11 make 'em dance |
| Get out my room little bitch you not fuckin' me |
| I learned my lesson 'bout groupies, no fun to me |
| You got a gun wit' no clip, you a wannabe |
| Blasian named Nicki but I call her bumblebee |
| I rode the beat like a horse wit' no saddle |
| She shaking my dick in her hand like a rattle |
| My dick and her throat hate each, other they battle |
| She bringing her bitches, I call 'em the cattle |
| I had a job interview with the devil and that nigga mad 'cause he not on my |
| level |
| I got a witch who was born in a coven |
| Her booty so thick that I call it a bevel |
| Internet niggas I’m calling you Neville |
| I enter her body like she is my vessel |
| I take your spirit and send it to heaven |
| Shoutout my jihadi in 7−11 |
| He catching a body, around like 11 |
| I’m making him spin wit' the shots from my .11 |
| I feel like Ben 10 hitting licks wit a Kevin |
| We laundering money for Indian weapons |
| His big homie be hurt on the ground and he beggin' |
| He lucky he hurt and it’s only a blessing |
| Bring the horizon and count all your blessings |
| We in the horizon with illegal weapons |
| Do what I say then you won’t get shot |
| You used to sell Xans now I’m doin' a lot |
| I’m finna Uber to the block |
| Perc 30 in my Polo socks |
| Ride dirty with the Glock wit' the stock |
| Your man is hurtin', he ain’t spendin' them knots |
| Said he silent but he suck a cock |
| You used to sell on the block, where I’m famous |
| Nobody know you, I’m where the gang is at |
| We used to move from couch to couch |
| Fuck all that shit, I’m not safe in your house |
| Look at that nigga, he hatin' for clout |
| Where is your friends? |
| Get the fuck out |
| I fucked that bitch but she not on my body count |
| That is your wifey, I gotta thot her now |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| said he got Indian weapons |
| I knock off his head and give 'em depression |
| That bitch wanna fuck, I say «gimmie a second, I’m tryna cop me some Indian |
| weapons» |
| I’m finna ride on this beat like a Cerberus |
| Your bitch is wet, I’m callin' her Aquarius |
| I’m tryna work, I been tryna take care of shit |
| If it ain’t about me, then you know I’m not hearin' it |
| Ayy, bitch don’t talk to me (No) |
| You should be running from me (Bitch) |
| I got a pistol for you and your friends, I’m not making amends |
| I just want my revenge |
| You niggas are makin' me cringe, bitch I am energy, I’m a sin |
| Complicated, never-medicated, we been segregated |
| Fuckin' irritated, I been fuckin' wit' it, I’m in fuckin' pain, man |
| I been goin' crazy, nigga fuck some patience |
| Nigga fuck a conversation, where the correlation? |
| All the frustrations, send the location, bitch |