Da Savage - Ammo 3 (Remastered)

100 round straight to the dome left em twisted like waffle cones
Face a blunt and now I'm on auto zone getting in my zone
You might fall asleep if you take a sip from this Styrofoam
Bitch I'm way too old for childish games quit playing on the phone
Double back conceal the gat let it go ain't no coming back
Caught em slipping on the mat hollow tip gon induce your nap
I don't tote no fanny packs all these racks sitting in my lap
Grab the mic turn down the lights they know a nigga bout to snap
They can try to duplicate the food still coming to my plate
They can try to demonstrate but this one nigga can't be replaced
She calls me Michelangelo painting pictures all on her face
Guess that it was plain to see
pussy niggas afraid of me
Bout to face first-degree Citi trends put him on a tee
Stinging like a bumblebee made it top 10 it's humbling
For all of them times I cried when I felt like a nigga was a stumbling
I pick up the ball and I'm taking it home with me bitch ain't no fumbling
I'm running this paper up write these verses
Make money don't give a fuck
Better know I'm a deer how I'm making bucks
Face exotic it sends my mind through the rush
Pistol clutching with pressure we ready for action
You know that we blasting toting automatics
Stop begging for static I'll send you a casket
Them hollows thumping got em jumping like rabbits
100 round straight to the dome left em twisted like waffle cones
Face a blunt and now I'm on auto zone getting in my zone
You might fall asleep if you take a sip from this Styrofoam
Bitch I'm way too old for childish games quit playing on the phone
Double back conceal the gat let it go ain't no coming back
Caught em slipping on the mat hollow tip gon induce your nap
I don't tote no fanny packs all these racks sitting in my lap
Grab the mic turn down the lights they know a nigga bout to snap
I'm repping the sip balling like above the rim
Come from the family of Sims it is what it is
I was taught to handle business you got to get it how you living
A family of 5 the youngest in line
I ain't wasting no time because I got to get mine
When I drop these flows send chills to the spine
662 flow bitch I'm grinding yeah automatic commanding shit
Bitch let's play Simon says he was capping like he ready for action
Boom, Boom Simon says you dead spitting shells like the food had a bad flavor
Lil bitch I'm a paper chaser shoot my shot
The way I post up release the glock
You would think I was the LA Lakers
Raised on that thugging shit coldhearted ain't none of that hugging shit
Roll up the weed a young nigga be puffing it
Like a poker game bitch ain't no bluffing it
Call me breezy the way I be running shit
Rambo with the ammo I'm gunning shit
I be kicking big shit yeah, I'm punting it
All these diamonds up on me I'm blinding bitch
100 round straight to the dome left em twisted like waffle cones
Face a blunt and now I'm on auto zone getting in my zone
You might fall asleep if you take a sip from this Styrofoam
Bitch I'm way too old for childish games quit playing on the phone
Double back conceal the gat let it go ain't no coming back
Caught em slipping on the mat hollow tip gon induce your nap
I don't tote no fanny packs all these racks sitting in my lap
Grab the mic turn down the lights they know a nigga bout to snap

Written by:
Michael Sims Jr.

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