Bitch
I ain't running out of ammo
(I ain't running out of ammo)
Shooting colors Roman candle
(Shooting colors Roman candle)
Since he hot I let the fan blow
(Since he hot I let the fan blow)
I call my lil Hitta's Rambo
(I call my lil Hitta's Rambo)
They think is the Fourth of July
( I set it off) yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off )yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off) yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off for my dawgs)yea
They put extendos on 40s I put a drum on a choppa
I just might send my lil shorty don't know if he shot or just robbed ya
I love the life of a mobsta be with the goblins and robbers
Don't hold grudges but it ain't sliding if I say that I got ya
I pull up like a work out clear the whole church out
I told these Nigga's to quit running they badmouf
You cant walk it like you take it nigga shut ya mouth
Caught ya at the gas station should of stomped you out
Say you ain't want no smoke should of smacked ya in the mouth
I heard chilly back home it's still f*ck f*ck the opps I'm a street nigga
I don't f*ck wit street cops opp
Bitch
I ain't running out of ammo
(I ain't running out of ammo)
Shooting colors Roman candle
(Shooting colors Roman candle)
Since he hot I let the fan blow
(Since he hot I let the fan blow)
I call my lil Hitta's Rambo
(I call my lil Hitta's Rambo)
They think is the Fourth of July
(I set it off) yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off )yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off) yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off for my dawgs)yea
Niggas say what they gone do when they see me but never do
Run up on choppa leave yo ass bent like the number 2
I been through all type of shit niggas thought I wouldn't make it
To real to ever fake it
It's bout the money you making
Hit they block retaliation it's a shootout shootout
Caught him lacking with his bitch I let him slide might be the only reason
Why you still alive I would of smoked ya ass bitch if you was wit ya guys
This Big Mac came wit a large fry what u mean Bitch
You know this clip super sized they whacked my nigga on the
Fourth of July so I'm a set it off every fourth til I die
Bitch
I ain't running out of ammo
Shooting colors Roman candle
Since he hot I like the fan blow
I call my lil Hitta's Rambo
They think is the Fourth of July
( I set it off) yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off )yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off) yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off for my dawgs)yea
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Bitch
I ain't running out of ammo
(I ain't running out of ammo)
Shooting colors Roman candle
(Shooting colors Roman candle)
Since he hot I let the fan blow
(Since he hot I let the fan blow)
I call my lil Hitta's Rambo
(I call my lil Hitta's Rambo)
They think is the Fourth of July
( I set it off) yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off )yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off) yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off for my dawgs)yea
They put extendos on 40s I put a drum on a choppa
I just might send my lil shorty don't know if he shot or just robbed ya
I love the life of a mobsta be with the goblins and robbers
Don't hold grudges but it ain't sliding if I say that I got ya
I pull up like a work out clear the whole church out
I told these Nigga's to quit running they badmouf
You cant walk it like you take it nigga shut ya mouth
Caught ya at the gas station should of stomped you out
Say you ain't want no smoke should of smacked ya in the mouth
I heard chilly back home it's still f*ck f*ck the opps I'm a street nigga
I don't f*ck wit street cops opp
Bitch
I ain't running out of ammo
(I ain't running out of ammo)
Shooting colors Roman candle
(Shooting colors Roman candle)
Since he hot I let the fan blow
(Since he hot I let the fan blow)
I call my lil Hitta's Rambo
(I call my lil Hitta's Rambo)
They think is the Fourth of July
(I set it off) yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off )yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off) yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off for my dawgs)yea
Niggas say what they gone do when they see me but never do
Run up on choppa leave yo ass bent like the number 2
I been through all type of shit niggas thought I wouldn't make it
To real to ever fake it
It's bout the money you making
Hit they block retaliation it's a shootout shootout
Caught him lacking with his bitch I let him slide might be the only reason
Why you still alive I would of smoked ya ass bitch if you was wit ya guys
This Big Mac came wit a large fry what u mean Bitch
You know this clip super sized they whacked my nigga on the
Fourth of July so I'm a set it off every fourth til I die
Bitch
I ain't running out of ammo
Shooting colors Roman candle
Since he hot I like the fan blow
I call my lil Hitta's Rambo
They think is the Fourth of July
( I set it off) yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off )yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off) yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off for my dawgs)yea
I ain't running out of ammo
(I ain't running out of ammo)
Shooting colors Roman candle
(Shooting colors Roman candle)
Since he hot I let the fan blow
(Since he hot I let the fan blow)
I call my lil Hitta's Rambo
(I call my lil Hitta's Rambo)
They think is the Fourth of July
( I set it off) yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off )yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off) yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off for my dawgs)yea
They put extendos on 40s I put a drum on a choppa
I just might send my lil shorty don't know if he shot or just robbed ya
I love the life of a mobsta be with the goblins and robbers
Don't hold grudges but it ain't sliding if I say that I got ya
I pull up like a work out clear the whole church out
I told these Nigga's to quit running they badmouf
You cant walk it like you take it nigga shut ya mouth
Caught ya at the gas station should of stomped you out
Say you ain't want no smoke should of smacked ya in the mouth
I heard chilly back home it's still f*ck f*ck the opps I'm a street nigga
I don't f*ck wit street cops opp
Bitch
I ain't running out of ammo
(I ain't running out of ammo)
Shooting colors Roman candle
(Shooting colors Roman candle)
Since he hot I let the fan blow
(Since he hot I let the fan blow)
I call my lil Hitta's Rambo
(I call my lil Hitta's Rambo)
They think is the Fourth of July
(I set it off) yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off )yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off) yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off for my dawgs)yea
Niggas say what they gone do when they see me but never do
Run up on choppa leave yo ass bent like the number 2
I been through all type of shit niggas thought I wouldn't make it
To real to ever fake it
It's bout the money you making
Hit they block retaliation it's a shootout shootout
Caught him lacking with his bitch I let him slide might be the only reason
Why you still alive I would of smoked ya ass bitch if you was wit ya guys
This Big Mac came wit a large fry what u mean Bitch
You know this clip super sized they whacked my nigga on the
Fourth of July so I'm a set it off every fourth til I die
Bitch
I ain't running out of ammo
Shooting colors Roman candle
Since he hot I like the fan blow
I call my lil Hitta's Rambo
They think is the Fourth of July
( I set it off) yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off )yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off) yea
They think it's the Fourth of July
(I set it off for my dawgs)yea
Writer: delance bradshaw
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