Ammunition

[Chorus: YFN Lucci] Okay, you know I’m with it, yeah On every mission you know we ain’t missin', yeah And you know we havin' ammunition, know my finger itchin' Know I keep that pistol on me like it’s a tradition I swear we barely had a pot to piss in, we were barely livin' We were tryna get it, anybody get it Yeah, now we havin' a whole lot of ammunition, yeah Now we havin' a whole lot of hammers with me, yeah [Verse 1: YFN Trae Pound] Okay, that Draco with that drum will leave a nigga numb, huh Hundred rounds get it done, all kinds of guns, huh Like a pawn shop, thought I was with Jay the way my trunk rocked up Big cuzz, cook it up, he say it’s all locked up All heavy artillery, very high up at the embassy The paralyzed feelin' me Who is he? Pound the fliest nigga in town Play ‘round with me at 12, by 3 he was found Two, two, three take a tree down, we smoke a tree down Let your bitch catch my kids, yeah, that’s a rebound Caught her on the rebound [Verse 2: YFN Lucci] Might smoke a pound with Pound A hundred rounds outta town Like fifty thou' for my crown I told him, boy, better not play son Get your face done All black, looking like Akon With more than eight guns Said these bullets bigger than Faizon Livin' wet as a pond Pull out that problem, give 'em somethin' to hate on My nigga 'bout to beat the trial, yeah, they gon' hate on 'em And if I want you dead, I get my boys to lay on 'em Where I come from, niggas got a lot of hunger If you got it, they gon' want you So you gotta keep it on you [Chorus: YFN Lucci] Okay, you know I’m with it, yeah On every mission you know we ain’t missin', yeah And you know we havin' ammunition, know my finger itchin' Know I keep that pistol on me like it’s a tradition I swear we barely had a pot to piss in, we were barely livin' We were tryna get it, anybody get it Yeah, now we havin' a whole lot of ammunition, yeah Now we havin' a whole lot of hammers with me, yeah [Verse 3: YFN Lucci & YFN Trae Pound] Drum, Draco holdin' a drum, nigga, we got plenty drums Two, two, three got drums, nigga We pull up with drums, where you from, nigga? Yeah, if you ain’t from 'round here, you better not come, nigga, yeah Balmain with them shines in 'em, know we ridin' with 'em Probably never ride rental, only if we slidin' in ‘em, yeah We got so many Glocks, three fifty-seven blocks Three fifty-seven pops and everybody drops You already know what’s happenin', hoe Pull up with like twenty MACS like we robbed the Apple Store Fill a nigga up with the pump like we in Amoco Rapper of the year, slayin' trapper of the year, I get that pack, it disappear Uh, see this the fastest one right here And I don’t like to front, but yeah, my engine in the rear If I get mentioned, then you killed Big fence around the crib, I got your pension in my ear Keep your distance, I don’t feel ya Ayy, Pound got that AR and that R8 Know I’m in that i8 with that 308, don’t violate Broad day, shootout broad day, we can go all day I go to sleep, wake up the same way [Chorus: YFN Lucci] Okay, you know I’m with it, yeah On every mission you know we ain’t missin', yeah And you know we havin' ammunition, know my finger itchin' Know I keep that pistol on me like it’s a tradition I swear we barely had a pot to piss in, we were barely livin' We were tryna get it, anybody get it Yeah, now we havin' a whole lot of ammunition, yeah Now we havin' a whole lot of hammers with me, yeah [Outro: YFN Lucci] Drum, Draco holdin' a drum, nigga, we got plenty drums Two, two, three got drums, nigga We pull up with drums, where you from, nigga? We pull up with drums, where you from, nigga?