infinite ammo - dhwrld lyrics
shout your prayers
i’m running with a smith & weston
that’s a .45 to your head
you’ve been talking too much sh*t
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
b*tch 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 b*tch 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 sh*t about me
do it, do it, you won’t
please don’t tell me sh*t
i don’t want to hear about it
just forget about it
shout your prayers
i’m running with a smith & weston
that’s a .45 to your head
you’ve been talking too much sh*t
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
b*tch 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
f*ck that b*tch 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 f*ck do i belong
do i belong in h*ll or heaven?
i don’t know but i’m a savage
i don’t need no f*cking meds
all i know is f*ck 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 sh*t
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
b*tch 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
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