Lirieke: Snowgoons. Black Snow. Still Got The Ammo.

[Verse 1:]
I got a hotter steez, drive with exotic keys
It's not at ease, bless niggas like they gotta sneeze
Connect blessed me with a lot of trees
Now I could plot a freeze, go with the wind when I spot a breeze
From fake necklaces to bootleg Timb sales
We all about the Malachis of York and stem cells
And won't hesitate to let the trigger blow
Cause all of my seeds just make a bigger flow
I like the timing, repent for a [? ]
Leviathan you're high up in, I write words to violins
Cash to stack a van up against the cracker plan
The blacker man still get the ammo like Pakistan
Nice goal, hit your city and dice roll
And slice holes like Lombardi at the Ice Bowl
Hit with the wammo, three soldiers coming in camo
What up fammo? You know we still got the ammo

[Chorus:]
Man, this shit with ammo and command a grip
Staying equipped, moving hand to hand to flip
Land and dip with ammo on the man to trip
Plan to rip, the gun is like a tongue with a banana clip

Man, this shit with ammo and command a grip
Staying equipped, moving hand to hand to flip
Land and dip with ammo on the man to trip
Plan to rip, the gun is like a tongue with a banana clip

[Verse 2:]
So it's like a firearm and they not on safety
Play my courts like gods like something like AC
Understudy of a Pun drop, [? ] and the Jay-Zs
Niggas hate me, take three, try to stop me
For each and every one of you origami
Shit on every track I'm on, portapotty
War with poppy, verbally I'm more tsunami
You aim on him every time [? ]
Open sixteen I'm in I can [? ] abort your army
Iller man manhandle the [? ]
Still got ammo, your panel now falling to shambles
Hang rope, get cancelled like you WB
I'm gonna eat, hustle then breeze
You ain't fucking with me
Simple math I divide a couple hundred MCs
From bricks to lyrics, aim specific
We got more shots in the biscuit

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Talking on scope slip through the darkness and trees
Weak or hardest indeed, make every artist [? ]
My clip full of ammo, magazines come in threes
Bootstrap, new rap, symbol on the fatigues
Brave years of hardships, now I make that hard shit
Moshpit marksmen gun blast regardless
Corner the market and set it off like Frankie
Cause these niggas just asked and y'all wanna thank me
Mainly I boast for the shit that I stand for
Allegiance is completed when y'all hitting the dance floor
I never lose sight [? ] that's two nights
Had more than two fights when they was hogging the mic
Modelling type, my looks exceed what you imagine
Mid-thirties my nigga and still make it happen
I hate the past tense, I rock for now
With Snowgoons, J. Sands, Main Flow, sugar high

[Interlude]

[Scratching]

[Verse 4:]
Hey yo my man the east born told me the streets warring
Ran the castle, dodge the shells that keep pouring
Early morning until the night transforming
Far from dormant, the freaks come out without warning
The shit's unlike the north side, Killa county
Home sweet home but feeling like an out-of-townie
I don't fuck with snakes but yo they still around me
Plus the jake carry heat just to grill a brownie
Straight up shit is real, let the trey-eight buck
Better not tell a soul when you ain't wake up
Cause them boys know the feds better than they know the ledge
Big gates blow the bread on some [? ] blow their head

Right off the shoulder, the kids getting older
And the war's getting colder so I dip to SoCal
Lay low and profile cause I got ammo that make it go blow