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?