Текст песни Franchize Boy II - MAKAVELIGODD

I got a problem with this nine
I wanna stop if you tryna see what's on your mind
I was always taught aim at the chest up
And shoot at they heads if they vest up
(hit the dirt, hit the dirt)
I got a problem with this nine
I wanna stop if you tryna see what's on your mind
I was always taught aim at the chest up
And shoot at they heads if they vest up
(hit the dirt, hit the dirt)
I got a problem with this nine
I wanna stop if you tryna see what's on your mind
I was always taught aim at the chest up
And shoot at they heads if they vest up
(hit the dirt, hit the dirt)
Read the newspaper mane guess what i seen
Shit bad enough to make a grown man scream
Sitting on the porch bumpin' Wayne sippin' lean
Call me St. Patrick cause I'm always countin' green
Never caught slippin' mane never caught lackin'
Must be Amazon cause I always keep it packin'
Do it for the love mane do it for the rappin'
Looking for a death wish we can make it happen
Fresh on the scene and I'm clean wit it, hot wit it
Come from the city where they lean wit it, rock wit it
Aye I could let this nine put you in a better place
Or chase you with a chainsaw like I'm Leatherface
And I ain't never had no problems gettin' cash money
Trash gang colors got me looking like a crash dummy
You know we stay ballin' like we Carmelo
Trash Gang mane all you see is black and yellow, black and yellow
I got a problem with this nine
I wanna stop if you tryna see what's on your mind
I was always taught aim at the chest up
And shoot at they heads if they vest up
(hit the dirt, hit the dirt)
I got a problem with this nine
I wanna stop if you tryna see what's on your mind
I was always taught aim at the chest up
And shoot at they heads if they vest up
(hit the dirt, hit the dirt)