dhWrld - Infinite Ammo

Shout your prayers
I'm running with a Smith & Weston
That's a .45 to your head
You've been talking too much shit
You don't come and
Disrespect my dead homies
Because you're gonna be a dead one after all
I got a clip with infinite ammo
I'm living like I'm Rambo
Bitch I'm moving like I'm Rambo
I live my life
Like I'm back in San Andreas
I ain't no gangster but
I know how to shoot a clip

I got a couple of .223
In the back of the crib
If you want smoke
Smoke is what you are gonna get
If you wanna make a drug deal
Don't make it in the dark
Respect in the phone
You get what you gonna get
Speak my dark thought
In a couple of my songs
That bitch left and
I'm in not even sad or mad about it
999, that's our code
Grab something negative and dark
Turn it positive in light
Oh, I don't really mind it, mind it
If you want to come
Talk shit about me
Do it, Do it, you won't
Please don't tell me shit
I don't want to hear about it
Just forget about it

Shout your prayers
I'm running with a Smith and Weston
That's a .45 to your head
You've been talking too much shit
You don't come and
Disrespect my dead homies
Because you're gonna be a dead one after all
I got a clip with infinite ammo
I'm living like I'm Rambo
Bitch I'm moving like I'm Rambo
I live my life
Like I'm back in San Andreas
I ain't no gangster but
I know how to shoot a clip

Oh My God, my pockets are Fat
I got the banks calling me
All-all night
I got a couple of M's
In the back of the car
Come and see em
I'll shoot you in your neck and back

Ohh, I know how to
Rhyme it, rhyme it
Fuck that bitch and
I'll make her shine like a diamond, diamond
Uhh Ohh, Make her wet like a fountain, fountain
Keep my Glock on me
Just in case if you wanna about it

Couple of demons on my left
Couple of angels on my right
Where do fuck do I belong
Do I belong in hell or heaven?
I don't know but I'm a savage
I don't need no fucking meds
All I know is fuck the feds (Yup)

Shout your prayers
I'm running with a Smith & Weston
That's a .45 to your head
You've been talking too much shit
You don't come and
Disrespect my dead homies
Because you're gonna be a dead one after all
I got a clip with infinite ammo
I'm living like I'm Rambo
Bitch I'm moving like I'm Rambo
I live my life
Like I'm back in San Andreas
I ain't no gangster but
I know how to shoot a clip

Written by:
David Herrera

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