Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Assault , by - FBG Duck. Song from the album Look at Me 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Clout Boys
Song language: English
Assault |
| I just bought a box of bullets so don’t pull it |
| My AK always on fully, got my scope right on yo skully |
| So don’t make me do you dirty, my AK don’t go no kick |
| 100 shots up in this clip so when it spit you better dip |
| We gon' lean on em, screen on em |
| Set a pick, scream on em |
| Beam on em, green on em |
| Infrared at his head now he dead |
| Things on him |
| Drop shit, mop stick |
| Pop shit, hot shit |
| Steam on em |
| POP POP POP, POP POP POP |
| Sing on em |
| STL TookaVille we be having rap niggas shook up |
| On Tooka grave we was going extra cray |
| We had niggas put up |
| That big ass choppa under my couch might need help with it |
| Kickback so retarded, damn near shot myself with it |
| Face shot, neck shot, back shot |
| Shoot till the tec hot |
| No de-cock, big Glock on lock |
| Fuck a stash spot |
| Head shot, head pop, operation dead opp |
| Leg shot, can’t run, bleed out, every shot |
| I am not for nothing, try me if you wanna |
| Just me and my glizzy will politely pull up on ya |
| And I’ma clear the scene when theses bullets ring |
| I don’t think you can run from this AR15 |
| I’m from the S and the E |
| Have yo ass resting in peace |
| Might put this tec to yo teeth |
| Now ya ass stretched, you deceased |
| Semi-auto, semi-auto tuning niggas right up |
| Foenem, man pulling right up |
| Hit you right up, then get right up |
| Outta there |
| Heard my ex-bitch was fucking with one of my enemies |
| So what, I don’t care |
| Bitch |
| No I do not go inside of no mufucking club |
| I can’t get my gun in there |
| Niggas be bitches |
| We make niggas shut the fuck up when they talking to us |
| We do not shoot out of cars, wanna see yo ass drop |
| So we walking right up |
| I’m riding with 30 for Durk 30 |
| 30 more if I see Reese first |
| Recklezz suck dick for a verse |
| Dumping you dead in a hearse |
| I’m on the block with the work |
| First to the third |
| Never in school like Phineas and Ferb |
| Aye what you need my boy |
| 12, 12, jump the curb |
| I just put 100 shots up in my choppa |
| Think its sweet until I pull up on you knocking |
| Once I start I guarantee you I’m not stopping |
| Until I see you and ya patnas get to dropping |
| On Folks, Yup |
| All my boys smoke tops |
| We’ll come through yo block |
| Killing shit like Pol Pot |
| Tryin' make them poles rock |
| Tryin' make ya foes drop |
| Tryin' make his nose drop |
| You know how the Folks rock |
| Don’t get the top of yo fucking head opened, soda pop |
| Niggas scared, so they acting like they ain’t got no opp |
| Put a silencer on my shit, so you won’t hear no shots |
| 12 get behind me, they gon' have to set a road block |
| DO-DO-DO DO-DO-DO DA-DA-DA-DAHH |
| That a new choppa fresh out of the box |
| Aim and load then its off with you top |
| Yup, I flood my wrist with them rocks |
| Yup, my cup dirty dead opps |
| Yup, hit ya block with the choop |
| Yup |
| DO-DO-DO DO-DO-DO DA-DA-DA-DAHH |
| DO-DO-DO DO-DO-DO DA-DA-DA-DAHH |