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letra de ammunition - kodak black

[intro]
(because i am hard, you will not like me)

[chorus: kodak black]
i was standin’ over a n-gga, tryna finish business
corner grabbin’ like, “lil’ bruh, don’t even k!ll ’em”
i got my heat on me right now in the studio chillin’
i’m rockin’ vlone and the v stand for very vicious
i got grip, i got whips, i got plenty b-tches
i got sticks, i got clips and heavy ammunition
tell me how you wanna play and i’ma get with you
’cause i’m gon’ find out where you stay and i’ma pay a visit
[verse 1: kodak black]
this an ar, but i hit a n-gga close distance
in the middle of kr, somethin’ comfortable when i’m in the trenches
i could either spin the bin or i’ma spend a ticket
but either way, a n-gga play, then he f-ckin’ get it
i’m a snipe, i get my man or his next sibling
me and syk’ jumped out the benz, went to jumpin’ fences
and we skis with the re’s, all black d-ckies
f-ck you mean? i got z’s way in mississippi
don’t get yolked, we’ll rope a n-gga like we lynchin’
this that smoke that make you choke and leave n-ggas twitchin’
i got four-wheelers and benjis, rovers and bentleys
i’m gon’ stand over a n-gga, let him see me grinnin’
three hundred a show and spent a hundred on the pendant
just tell me it’s a go and i be already bendin’
i’m gon’ light me somethin’ up, this ain’t no f-ckin’ image
you know they call me kodak, i might f-ck around and film it

[chorus: kodak black]
i was standin’ over a n-gga, tryna finish business
corner grabbin’ like, “lil’ bruh, don’t even k!ll ’em”
i got my heat on me right now in the studio chillin’
i’m rockin’ vlone and the v stand for very vicious
i got grip, i got whips, i got plenty b-tches
i got sticks, i got clips and heavy ammunition
tell me how you wanna play and i’ma get with you
’cause i’m gon’ find out where you stay and i’ma pay a visit
[verse 2: nfl tuewop]
make a n-gga beg before you k!ll him, that sh-t there tradition
blood in my eyes, on vulture mode, sh-t f-ckin’ with my vision
i ain’t droppin’ no wood, i’ma swing this door and chase him out his tennis
aimin’ strictly headshots, arp blow off the n-gga fitted
bendin’ blocks, at a n-gga door like a jehovah’s witness
lil’ tuewop livin’ life like a stripper, on all these poles, keep titties
the boss say it’s smoke, we slice his throat, real cutthroat committee
hollow dug in his face, ate him ear to ear, gave him a buck fifty
we got armor, pistols, rounds, h-lla ammunition
kidnappin’ n-ggas in broad day, you know this sh-t get wicked
death before dishonor, mob ties, forever stand on business
stealin’ souls, thief in the night, reaper of the trenches

- kodak black

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