Still Got the Ammo

Still Got the Ammo - Snowgoons Lyrics

[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