Ahksxma - 50 Rounds Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah
Road Runna, Yeah
50 rounds on a glizzy, it came wit an extension
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah

Aye
50 rounds on a glizzy, it came wit an extension
One in the head when I go on that mission
I bought a choppa, it came wit some benefits
I load auo my rounds I feel the adrenaline
Theses niggas swear I'm gone fold
Pocket watchin, what they waitin on
That's why I keep my pole
Make it home, I don't know

Pray for me, Mama pray for me
Narcs watchin out tryna take some
Stay wit me, yeah lay wit me
Keep that glizzy on me, gotta spray some
I hadda run on my own pace
Had none nigga, had to make some
Lil dirty nigga, I was down bad
Didn't gimme none, hadda take some
I call up brodie, he swing like a pitcher
I cannot fit no more guap in this denim
Back on the block, and I'm fresh from the system
F*ck what they saying, I gotta go get it
Started with pennies, I got it the harder way
Im in the club, we ain't poppin no Chardonnay
Can't do no business so I had to part the way
Road Runna, bitch you know it's a robbery

Slime green mask, shooter hanging out the roof (Roof)
How you think we got here, your manz slimed tyou , (Slime)
Cuz gave with the drop, four a pint and a dunce (Damn)
This shit get wicked, treacherous
Gun wit a extra clip
Burner my phone, so I don't get the messages
After the move, break it down wit my savages
Play wit my brother, I promise, ima stretching em
Ima come in and say when I leave
Glock .19 got a leg and a beam
Ima pull up, gotta a mac wit a suppressor
They ain't gon hear shit, don't know what happened
His man watchem die, couldn't even help him
He died overtime, new rollie on my left wrist
He told, came home, swear to god, we gon catch him
Shit not a movie, man them narcs won't help him
I might get selfish, I get in the mood
Shots were fit in him, now I'm aimin for you
Stand on my forty, that bitch in a groove
Aim at your top, press the button to snooze

People keep callin me, I ain't trippin, I don't know
What happened to the streets dawg, I don't know
(Slide, slide)

Pray for me, Mama pray for me
Narcs watchin, and I'm tryna take some
Stay wit me, yeah lay wit me
Keep that glizzy on me, gotta spray some
I hadda run on my own pace
Had none nigga, had to make some
Lil dirty nigga, I was down bad
Didn't gimme none, hadda take some
I call up brodie, he swing like a pitcher
I cannot fit no more guap in this denim
Back on the block, and I'm fresh from the system
F*ck what they saying, I gotta go get it
Started with pennies, I got it the harder way
Yeah, yeah
Them niggas need me, they know I'm a call away
Yeah, yeah (Pew, pew, pew)