Letra de Ammunition - Kodak Black

(Feat. NFL Tuewop)

(Because I am hard, you will not like me)

I was standin' over a nigga, tryna finish business

Corner grabbin' like, "Lil' bruh, don't even kill '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 bitches

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

This an AR, but I hit a nigga 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 nigga play, then he fuckin' 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 Dickies

Fuck you mean? I got Z's way in Mississippi

Don't get yolked, we'll rope a nigga like we lynchin'

This that smoke that make you choke and leave niggas twitchin'

I got four-wheelers and Benjis, Rovers and Bentleys

I'm gon' stand over a nigga, 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 fuckin' image

You know they call me Kodak, I might fuck around and film it

I was standin' over a nigga, tryna finish business

Corner grabbin' like, "Lil' bruh, don't even kill '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 bitches

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

Make a nigga beg before you kill him, that shit there tradition

Blood in my eyes, on vulture mode, shit fuckin' 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 nigga fitted

Bendin' blocks, at a nigga 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, hella ammunition

Kidnappin' niggas in broad day, you know this shit get wicked

Death before dishonor, mob ties, forever stand on business

Stealin' souls, thief in the night, reaper of the trenches

I was standin' over a nigga, tryna finish business

Corner grabbin' like, "Lil' bruh, don't even kill '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 bitches

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

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