ACOG lyrics

[Chorus: carna]
(Ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah)
On my own, I run it solo, doing my thing
Don't offer me an open hand, I'm doing okay
I won't follow you or take your lead, won't make the same mistakes
I might run away to a hidden place and fade away

[Verse 1: carna]
You just stay the same, it's just sad to say you'll never change
I'm a beast, I'm a monster, lock me in the cage
Aiming through the ACOG, pull the trigger, blow his brains
The feeling of adrenaline, it's running through my veins
Posted up like Desmond, keep a dagger in my sleeve
Hop up off the roof, I'm killing sh*t like this Assassin's Creed
I done seen some sh*t that you ain't seen and I could barely sleep
Scars in my mental, you can't put band-aids over those things
Put him in thе dirt, now they saying rest in peacе
Shawty bad, and I'm putting her right on her knees
This sh*t more than you, it's more than me like what it mean
Sticking to the code, b*tch I'm rocking with my team
In the mall-
Walk-walk in the mall, rocking Prada
Get what I want, window shopping, this a nada
Walk around, pockets empty, b*tch that's not us
Big gas, and we sparking, that's a crop dust
[Verse 2: kuru]
Ima walk right in the mall, but I don't shop right at the mall
She wanna be the death of me, can't let her be my fault
Get that bag that's in my phone, I picked it up, you let it go
I'm with carna, money falling 'round us like leaves in the fall (aye, go)
I switched out, in a new city, every single week
That boy want a feature, swear he really got me weak (woah)
[?]
[?] I do my own thing, I'm just being me
I don't got no love for these dumb f*cks (woah)
I touch down with bros, we counting dumb bucks (yu-yuh)
Yeah, he thought he making hits, but that was dumb luck (woah)
Take a blow right at his stats, I swear that sh*t sucks (go)
I got stuck up in the middle, I got stuff up in my head
I know that she really hate me, I know that she want me dead
I don't really like to fiddle, I'm gon' leave that sh*t on read
Took a flight right to Japan, I hit a yen money spread

[Bridge: carna]
(Uh, yeah)
I'm just [?]
(Uh, yeah)
Copy swag, you tryna blend in
(Uh, yeah)
You not one of us, won't get in
(Uh, yeah)
Bigfoot how we steppin'
Step in with a-
M4 with a ACOG
Hit it out the park, we playing baseball
Cold like Minnesota, b*tch my heart feel like St. Paul
Please don't waste my time, and if ain't money then we can't talk
[Verse 3: d0lly]
[?]
Guess I'll make it out tomorrow
[?]
[?]
[?]
n*gga thought he was a boss till' I bossed up
f*ck a rapper n*gga we shoot up the tour bus
Got the choppa and we make him running towards us
And my money f*ckin' enormous
(Ahhh)

[Chorus: carna]
(Ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah)
On my own, I run it solo, doing my thing
Don't offer me an open hand, I'm doing okay
I won't follow you or take your lead, won't make the same mistakes
I might run away to a hidden place and fade away

[Outro: carna]
On my own, I run it solo, doing my thing
Don't offer me an open hand, I'm doing okay
I won't follow you or take your lead, won't make the same mistakes
I might run away to a hidden place and fade away