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AR-15

Album: Bloodhound Lil Jeff Durasi: 2:08

I'm in L.A. like I'm a Laker, AR-15 shoot like A. Reaves (Yeah)

I'm gon' slime you out (Brrt), better watch your back

'cause you sow what you reap

We been got that get-back for Z (You know that)

When we jump out, we quick on feet (You know that)

He tried to run, he got Ricky'd (Brrt)

Stand over him, face shots ID

I treat the bird every high-speed

Niggas be bappin', they police (Uh-huh)

I hit his ho, bust on her teeth (You know that)

Killin' shit fun, do it with ease

She tryna trap with a baby (I can't)

Thirty-five-shot Glock stick, KD

His ass a rat, he bit the cheese (He did)

Amiri jeans stuffed with blue cheese (You know that)

His ass an actor, not a factor, he a fuckin' wannabe

Niggas be actin' like they clappin', they ass just wanna be seen

SRT beat up the street (Skrrt), won't throw my pole

That just ain't me (That ain't)

Ain't want his ho, she was on me (She was)

I ain't gon' lie, she got good throat

That pussy wet, that bitch a freak

Smack Breado up like Will Smith (Damn)

But he ain't had a switch when he smacked Chris (Uh-uh)

Glock 27 spit, don't glitch (Brrt, brrt)

Fifty rounds with a switch

When they slid, they shot and missed

When we slide, bounce out and blitz

DOA, another vic'

You shoot out cars, you a bitch (Bitch)

You dropped your gun on a hit (Damn)

He got the ups, his blick ain't blow (Uh-uh)

We put shit below the floor

.300 Blackout with a scope

I drink orange juice with no pulp (I don't)

So high right now, feel like I'm floatin' (Damn)

Don't say my name, turn shit to ghosts (Yeah)

Now your mama sittin' front row (You know that)

I don't play games, I'm not a joke (Uh-uh)

We tap heads, split niggas' dome

Draco missiles breakin' bones

Too hot, on fire, in my zone

(Bitch, too hot, on fire, in my zone, brrt)

I'm in L.A. like I'm a Laker, AR-15 shoot like A. Reaves

I'm gon' slime you out, better watch your back

'cause you sow what you reap

We been got that get-back for Z (You know that)

When we jump out, we quick on feet (You know that)

He tried to run, he got Ricky'd

Stand over him, face shots ID

I treat the bird every high-speed

Niggas be bappin', they police

I hit his ho, bust on her teeth

Killin' shit fun, do it with ease

She tryna trap with a baby

Thirty-five-shot Glock stick, KD

His ass a rat, he bit the cheese

Amiri jeans stuffed with blue cheese (Bitch)

His ass a rat, he bit the cheese

Thirty-five-shot Glock stick, KD

His ass a rat, he bit the cheese

Amiri jeans stuffed with blue cheese