Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ammunition, artist - YFN Lucci. Date of issue: 03.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ammunition |
| 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 piss 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 |
| Okay, that Draco with that drum will leave a nigga numb, huh |
| Hundred rounds get it done, all kinds of guns, huh |
| Like a pawn 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 embassy |
| The paralyzed feelin' me |
| Who is he? |
| Pound the fliest nigga 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 bitch catch my kids, yeah, that’s a rebound |
| Caught her on the rebound |
| 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 nigga '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, niggas got a lot of hunger |
| If you got it, they gon' want you |
| So you gotta keep it on you |
| 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 piss 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 |
| Drum, Draco holdin' a drum, nigga, we got plenty drums |
| Two, two, three got drums, nigga |
| We pull up with drums, where you from, nigga? |
| Yeah, if you ain’t from 'round here, you better not come, nigga, 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 nigga 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 killed |
| 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 |
| 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 piss 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 |
| Drum, Draco holdin' a drum, nigga, we got plenty drums |
| Two, two, three got drums, nigga |
| We pull up with drums, where you from, nigga? |
| We pull up with drums, where you from, nigga? |