Terror Wrist

[Chorus: Yowda] This pistol here got a drum on it I pull it out, I bet none want it This AK got a beam She dirty, but the bitch so clean This AP got a flashlight We still shoot niggas in broad daylight This twelve gauge got a clip on it Gotta aim it off, it got a kick on it [Verse 1: Yowda] I don't fuck with no square niggas, I carry Glocks by the pair nigga MAC-90 with a hair trigger, I can use this to embarrass nigga Ain't nothin' 'bout me scared nigga, I shoot first 'cause I don't care nigga Niggas talkin' 'bout jackin' me, I'll happily dare niggas Hoes jock 'cause I'm a rare nigga Bricks in the trunk, fuck a spare nigga Got a four-five and a Glock forty When them hoes come out they share niggas I ain't shootin' in the air nigga I'm aimin' at your hair nigga Niggas solid 'til they catch a bullet Man them ten fragments will tear niggas Fuck a bitch and a bitch nigga Ridin' 'round with that stick nigga Motherfucker got a kick nigga Close range it'll flip niggas Take a shell for my shit nigga Ride or die for my clique nigga Niggas say they gon' catch me slippin' They'll fuck around and catch a clip nigga [Chorus: Yowda] This pistol here got a drum on it I pull it out, I bet none want it This AK got a beam She dirty, but the bitch so clean This AP got a flashlight We still shoot niggas in broad daylight This twelve gauge got a clip on it Gotta aim it off, it got a kick on it [Verse 2: Mozzy] We ain't with all of that talk or nothin' Pork chop, swat or diss you Still yellin' fuck the opposition You ain't got a biscuit you ain't hoppin' in it SK done got a lot of kicking Forty pop, got a wild extension Conversate about stick talk Let's chop it up with these choppers nigga Had a deuce five when I was thirteen Junior high, got it dirt cheap Homie popped another homie with it First time I seen a nigga's shirt bleed Said they down for that fat thang Four nick, it revolve though Caught the gang with a cinnabun It's some other shit, he took 'em all though Leezy ridin' with that FN, he got a pole on him that'll sing too Blood said he got a Draco for like twelve hundred, I'ma need two Me and Shooter Gang breeze through Car doors what we eat through Car doors what we eat through Bitch nigga get his cheap chew [Chorus: Yowda] This pistol here got a drum on it I pull it out, I bet none want it This AK got a beam She dirty, but the bitch so clean This AP got a flashlight We still shoot niggas in broad daylight This twelve gauge got a clip on it Gotta aim it off, it got a kick on it [Verse 3: We-G WaK] Glock forty with the thirty extension Beam on it, I ain't doin' much missin' Spot the opposition, chopper get to spittin' Murk the witness, ain't no time for snitching Grip on it, it ain't doin' much kicking Niggas bitches so they shots be missing Creep up in the kitchen while you washing dishes Is that your nigga, you can die with him Put his ass on ice when this fire hit him These twin nickels have recoil Had to posture up when I fire with 'em I slide through with that metal tin nigga And dump shots, now your melon split nigga You new niggas on some new shit And I don't fuck around with all that tellin' shit nigga Coppin' all these Dracos, got a nigga feelin' like Rambo The bitch came with two clips, a shoulder straps, and a box full of ammo Niggas talk about its on sight but I'm sliding nigga Get a lil' thot bitch to find out where these niggas hidin' nigga [Chorus: Yowda] This pistol here got a drum on it I pull it out, I bet none want it This AK got a beam She dirty, but the bitch so clean This AP got a flashlight We still shoot niggas in broad daylight This twelve gauge got a clip on it Gotta aim it off, it got a kick on it