Terror Wrist lyrics

[Chorus: Yowda]
This pistol here got a drum on it
I pull it out, I bet none want it
This AK got a beam
She dirty, but the b*tch so clean
This AP got a flashlight
We still shoot n*ggas in broad daylight
This twelve gauge got a clip on it
Gotta aim it off, it got a kick on it

[Verse 1: Yowda]
I don't f*ck with no square n*ggas, I carry Glocks by the pair n*gga
MAC-90 with a hair trigger, I can use this to embarrass n*gga
Ain't nothin' 'bout me scared n*gga, I shoot first 'cause I don't care n*gga
n*ggas talkin' 'bout jackin' me, I'll happily dare n*ggas
Hoes jock 'cause I'm a rare n*gga
Bricks in the trunk, f*ck a spare n*gga
Got a four-five and a Glock forty
When them hoes come out they share n*ggas
I ain't shootin' in the air n*gga
I'm aimin' at your hair n*gga
n*ggas solid 'til they catch a bullet
Man them ten fragments will tear n*ggas
f*ck a b*tch and a b*tch n*gga
Ridin' 'round with that stick n*gga
Motherf*cker got a kick n*gga
Close range it'll flip n*ggas
Take a shell for my sh*t n*gga
Ride or die for my clique n*gga
n*ggas say they gon' catch me slippin'
They'll f*ck around and catch a clip n*gga
[Chorus: Yowda]
This pistol here got a drum on it
I pull it out, I bet none want it
This AK got a beam
She dirty, but the b*tch so clean
This AP got a flashlight
We still shoot n*ggas in broad daylight
This twelve gauge got a clip on it
Gotta aim it off, it got a kick on it

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
We ain't with all of that talk or nothin'
Pork chop, swat or diss you
Still yellin' f*ck the opposition
You ain't got a biscuit you ain't hoppin' in it
SK done got a lot of kicking
Forty pop, got a wild extension
Conversate about stick talk
Let's chop it up with these choppers n*gga
Had a deuce five when I was thirteen
Junior high, got it dirt cheap
Homie popped another homie with it
First time I seen a n*gga's shirt bleed
Said they down for that fat thang
Four nick, it revolve though
Caught the gang with a cinnabun
It's some other sh*t, he took 'em all though
Leezy ridin' with that FN, he got a pole on him that'll sing too
Blood said he got a Draco for like twelve hundred, I'ma need two
Me and Shooter Gang breeze through
Car doors what we eat through
Car doors what we eat through
b*tch n*gga get his cheap chew
[Chorus: Yowda]
This pistol here got a drum on it
I pull it out, I bet none want it
This AK got a beam
She dirty, but the b*tch so clean
This AP got a flashlight
We still shoot n*ggas in broad daylight
This twelve gauge got a clip on it
Gotta aim it off, it got a kick on it

[Verse 3: We-G WaK]
Glock forty with the thirty extension
Beam on it, I ain't doin' much missin'
Spot the opposition, chopper get to spittin'
Murk the witness, ain't no time for snitching
Grip on it, it ain't doin' much kicking
n*ggas b*tches so they shots be missing
Creep up in the kitchen while you washing dishes
Is that your n*gga, you can die with him
Put his ass on ice when this fire hit him
These twin nickels have recoil
Had to posture up when I fire with 'em
I slide through with that metal tin n*gga
And dump shots, now your melon split n*gga
You new n*ggas on some new sh*t
And I don't f*ck around with all that tellin' sh*t n*gga
Coppin' all these Dracos, got a n*gga feelin' like Rambo
The b*tch came with two clips, a shoulder straps, and a box full of ammo
n*ggas talk about its on sight but I'm sliding n*gga
Get a lil' thot b*tch to find out where these n*ggas hidin' n*gga
[Chorus: Yowda]
This pistol here got a drum on it
I pull it out, I bet none want it
This AK got a beam
She dirty, but the b*tch so clean
This AP got a flashlight
We still shoot n*ggas in broad daylight
This twelve gauge got a clip on it
Gotta aim it off, it got a kick on it