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ammunition 2 - yfn trae pound lyrics

[intro: yfn lucci]
spade with a couple m’s
yeah, you know
sp*ce plug
yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, huh

[chorus: yfn lucci & yfn trae pound]
yeah, huh, i’m in a boo with a mac (with a mac, yeah)
all this poppin’, you know you ain’t that (know you ain’t that, know it)
how you flood? and you know you ain’t that (uh)
whole lot a soldier baguettes (huh, oh*oh)
these n*ggas know where we at (they know it, oh*oh)
oh, pull up and go for the best (skrrt, oh*oh)
watch out on hold react (huh, oh*oh, oh)
i’m in the back (in the back)
wavin’ the tec out that back (out that back, skrrt, skrrt)
on the trey i don’t play by my set (by my set, nah)
put your man on a plate, get him wet (oh, yeah)
on my son, we stay where he at (ice, oh)
we just put my lil’ partner to rest (d*mn, oh*oh)
i might on ’em a nick that’s a chеck (huh, oh*oh)
and you know i’ma die by this sh*t (oh, yeah)

[verse 1: yfn lucci & yfn trae pound]
die by this sh*t, huh (sh*t)
you know that i call hits, huh (i call hits)
you know that i buy all vick, huh (oh yеah, huh)
h*ll nah you can’t i ball sh*t (h*ll nah)
cartier got my opp on lit (on lit, hot)
in the maybach [?] all lit (lit)
my lil’ partner just died on a l!ck (on a l!ck)
my lil’ homies with all of the sh*t (oh, yeah, nah, for real)
my lil’ homies got all of the sticks (nah, for real)
louis thought we bought all of this sh*t (all of that sh*t)
yellow hoes they suck all of the d*ck (ha, suck all of the d*ck)
h*ll nah we ain’t callin’ no kicks
oh, [?] call by the six
h*llcats somebody order a six (skrrt, skrrt)
that’s a foreign got it all on my wrist (yeah)
and the audemar drippin baguettes (ice)
oh, i’m in the boo with the judge (boo*boo*boo)
still screamin’ f*ck the judge
broad day n*gga whole lot a blood (huh)
pocket rocket, let it bang in the club (nah)
too much mud, they done gave me a [?]
lot of water, like it came out the tub (oh)
sh*t changed, ain’t the same as it was
h*ll nah, i ain’t showin’ no love (never, oh)
[chorus: yfn lucci & yfn trae pound]
yeah, huh, i’m in a boo with a mac (brrah)
all this poppin’, you know you ain’t that (know you ain’t that, know it)
how you flood? and you know you ain’t that (know you ain’t that, uh)
whole lot a soldier baguettes (brrah, soldiers)
these n*ggas know where we at (know us)
oh, pull up and go for the best (skrrt, skrrt, oh)
watch out on hold react (huh, oh, oh)
i’m in the back (skrrt)
wavin’ the tec out that back (brrah)
on the trey i don’t play by my set (hot)
put your man on a plate, get him wet (yeah)
on my son, we stay where he at (ice, stay)
we just put my lil’ partner to rest (yeah)
i might on ’em a nick thats a check (ice, oh)
and you know i’ma die by this sh*t (uh, oh)

[verse 2: yfn trae pound & yfn lucci]
oh (yeah), told the hoe pass the blunt (b*tch)
my jacket’s saint laurent (lil’ b*tch)
my shoe what you make a month (lil’ b*tch)
make her walk in the bank for some’ (b*tch, oh, yeah)
pull up bullet proof tank or some’ (oh, yeah)
every time you see me, i’m fresh as h*ll (oh), pourin’ up drank or some’ (oh)
every time you see me, i be rollin’ up me big stank, a blunt (gelato)
every time you see me, i be louis v’ from my ankles up (uh, uh)
push start, gotta find a b*tton
that boy got a dime on him
security ain’t check me at the front door, so i got the shine in here (oh, boo*boo*boo)
security ain’t check me at the front door
now murder sh*t wrong
we gotta whole lot of, gotta whole lot of ammo
yeah and a whole lot of drank [?] (yeah)
[chorus: yfn lucci & yfn trae pound]
yeah, huh, i’m in a boo with a mac (with a mac, mac)
all this poppin’, you know you ain’t that (know you ain’t that, know it)
how you flood? and you know you ain’t that (know you ain’t that, uh)
whole lot a soldier baguettes (‘guettes, oh*oh)
these n*ggas know where we at (know it, oh)
oh, pull up and go for the best (skrrt, skrrt, oh*oh)
watch out on hold react (huh, oh, oh)
i’m in the back (skrrt)
wavin’ the tec out that back (boo*boo*boo)
on the trey i don’t play by my set (nah)
put your man on a plate, get him wet (yeah)
on my son, we stay where he at (ice, i stay where he at)
we just put my lil’ partner to rest (uh, partner to rest)
i might on ’em a nick thats a check (ice, that’s a check)
and you know i’ma die by this sh*t (huh, oh, yeah)

- yfn trae pound lyrics

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