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AMMO Video (MV)




Performed By: 218
Language: English
Length: 4:16
Written by: James Figueroa Jr., Jason Santiago




218 - AMMO Lyrics
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Same lil nigga, different year
Always talking bout his vision, he be lying to his peers
I be hopping out the lear, make the work disappear
Had to leave a couple niggas in the past last year
Applied for a whip I don't even have to steer
I just got a new text from my engineer
He gon meet the deadline so my album gets cleared
I was on the wrong path, had to switch gears
I was on the Benzos, had to stay clear
Long live Vinci man that shit bring tears
Putting myself out here to face fears
I was out of my mind I'm surprised I'm still here
These niggas snakes they just wanna be fed
Even gave a nigga roof even gave niggas beds
These pussy niggas dry snitchin' to the feds
Say I'm always at the crib he ain't even got a bed
Say his family full of killers we can still paint em red
Run in my house I'm knockin' off a nigga head
Got a couple Xannies I ain't ever been pressed
I don't run around with kids I have my daughter get fed
Same girl you cuff, I ain't let her give me head
I was in the studio and left her on read
Movin' in silence, I don't really do text
I don't play games nigga shit is life or death
Brand new project, yeah I'm pullin' out the big stops
All I do is tell the truth, I don't make Hip-Hop
Imma need a magazine, drums, and a big glock
Pray you're not lackin', I'd had to make your bitch watch
First thing imma do is get my fam a new spot
UPS, I don't get it in a ziplock
These boys switchin' up, these niggas flip flop
Keep throwin' dirt on me these niggas big ops
Need bulletproof so the shell hit the glass
Need autopilot so the whip don't crash
All black Model 3 with the new dash
Only want a bitch that can double my cash
If the shoe fits nigga you can get mad
I'm unbothered, I just chill and sit back
I'm a trendsetter they just following fads
Imma chase a bag till I'm in a body bag
Bag a bad bitch up just like a grocery
Always grew up to the the G that I'm supposed to be
Can't let these lames or these suckas get close to me
That girl the love of your life, she a hoe to me
Your bitch a 5 out of 10, so so to me
These rap niggas can't go toe to toe with me
Heard you be singing to the cops like Jodeci
Gossip like bitches all y'all like hoes to me
Same lil nigga, different year
Always talking bout his vision, he be lying to his peers
I be hopping out the lear, make the work disappear
Had to leave a couple niggas in the past last year
Applied for a whip I don't even have to steer
I just got a new text from my engineer
He gon meet the deadline so my album gets cleared
I was on the wrong path, had to switch gears
I was on the Benzos, had to stay clear
Long live Vinci man that shit bring tears
Puttin' myself out here to face fears
I was out of my mind I'm surprised I'm still here
These niggas snakes they just wanna be fed
Even gave a nigga roof even gave niggas beds
These pussy niggas dry snitchin' to the feds
Say I'm always at the crib he ain't even got a bed
Say his family full of killers we can still paint em red
Run in my house I'm knockin' off a nigga head
Got a couple Xannies I ain't ever been pressed
I don't run around with kids I have my daughter get fed
Same girl you cuff, I ain't let her give me head
I was in the studio and left her on read
Movin' in silence, I don't really do text
I don't play games nigga shit is life or death
Brand new project, yeah I'm pullin' out the big stops
All I do is tell the truth, I don't make Hip-Hop
Imma need a magazine, drums, and a big glock
Pray you're not lackin', I'd had to make your bitch watch
First thing imma do is get my fam a new spot
UPS, I don't get it in a ziplock
These boys switchin' up, these niggas flip flop
Keep throwin' dirt on me these niggas big ops
Need bulletproof so the shell hit the glass
Need autopilot so the whip don't crash
All black Model 3 with the new dash
Only want a bitch that can double my cash
If the shoe fits nigga you can get mad
I'm unbothered, I just chill and sit back
I'm a trendsetter they just following fads
Imma chase a bag till I'm in a body bag
Bag a bad bitch up just like a grocery
Always grew up to the the G that I'm supposed to be
Can't let these lames or these suckas get close to me
That girl the love of your life, she a hoe to me
Your bitch a 5 out of 10, so so to me
These rap niggas can't go toe to toe with me
Heard you be singing to the cops like Jodeci
Gossip like bitches all y'all like hoes to me
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Same lil nigga, different year
Always talking bout his vision, he be lying to his peers
I be hopping out the lear, make the work disappear
Had to leave a couple niggas in the past last year
Applied for a whip I don't even have to steer
I just got a new text from my engineer
He gon meet the deadline so my album gets cleared
I was on the wrong path, had to switch gears
I was on the Benzos, had to stay clear
Long live Vinci man that shit bring tears
Putting myself out here to face fears
I was out of my mind I'm surprised I'm still here
These niggas snakes they just wanna be fed
Even gave a nigga roof even gave niggas beds
These pussy niggas dry snitchin' to the feds
Say I'm always at the crib he ain't even got a bed
Say his family full of killers we can still paint em red
Run in my house I'm knockin' off a nigga head
Got a couple Xannies I ain't ever been pressed
I don't run around with kids I have my daughter get fed
Same girl you cuff, I ain't let her give me head
I was in the studio and left her on read
Movin' in silence, I don't really do text
I don't play games nigga shit is life or death
Brand new project, yeah I'm pullin' out the big stops
All I do is tell the truth, I don't make Hip-Hop
Imma need a magazine, drums, and a big glock
Pray you're not lackin', I'd had to make your bitch watch
First thing imma do is get my fam a new spot
UPS, I don't get it in a ziplock
These boys switchin' up, these niggas flip flop
Keep throwin' dirt on me these niggas big ops
Need bulletproof so the shell hit the glass
Need autopilot so the whip don't crash
All black Model 3 with the new dash
Only want a bitch that can double my cash
If the shoe fits nigga you can get mad
I'm unbothered, I just chill and sit back
I'm a trendsetter they just following fads
Imma chase a bag till I'm in a body bag
Bag a bad bitch up just like a grocery
Always grew up to the the G that I'm supposed to be
Can't let these lames or these suckas get close to me
That girl the love of your life, she a hoe to me
Your bitch a 5 out of 10, so so to me
These rap niggas can't go toe to toe with me
Heard you be singing to the cops like Jodeci
Gossip like bitches all y'all like hoes to me
Same lil nigga, different year
Always talking bout his vision, he be lying to his peers
I be hopping out the lear, make the work disappear
Had to leave a couple niggas in the past last year
Applied for a whip I don't even have to steer
I just got a new text from my engineer
He gon meet the deadline so my album gets cleared
I was on the wrong path, had to switch gears
I was on the Benzos, had to stay clear
Long live Vinci man that shit bring tears
Puttin' myself out here to face fears
I was out of my mind I'm surprised I'm still here
These niggas snakes they just wanna be fed
Even gave a nigga roof even gave niggas beds
These pussy niggas dry snitchin' to the feds
Say I'm always at the crib he ain't even got a bed
Say his family full of killers we can still paint em red
Run in my house I'm knockin' off a nigga head
Got a couple Xannies I ain't ever been pressed
I don't run around with kids I have my daughter get fed
Same girl you cuff, I ain't let her give me head
I was in the studio and left her on read
Movin' in silence, I don't really do text
I don't play games nigga shit is life or death
Brand new project, yeah I'm pullin' out the big stops
All I do is tell the truth, I don't make Hip-Hop
Imma need a magazine, drums, and a big glock
Pray you're not lackin', I'd had to make your bitch watch
First thing imma do is get my fam a new spot
UPS, I don't get it in a ziplock
These boys switchin' up, these niggas flip flop
Keep throwin' dirt on me these niggas big ops
Need bulletproof so the shell hit the glass
Need autopilot so the whip don't crash
All black Model 3 with the new dash
Only want a bitch that can double my cash
If the shoe fits nigga you can get mad
I'm unbothered, I just chill and sit back
I'm a trendsetter they just following fads
Imma chase a bag till I'm in a body bag
Bag a bad bitch up just like a grocery
Always grew up to the the G that I'm supposed to be
Can't let these lames or these suckas get close to me
That girl the love of your life, she a hoe to me
Your bitch a 5 out of 10, so so to me
These rap niggas can't go toe to toe with me
Heard you be singing to the cops like Jodeci
Gossip like bitches all y'all like hoes to me
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Writer: James Figueroa Jr., Jason Santiago
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