Nato Video (MV)

Hit or miss, guess I never miss (ah yeah)
Trust my dawg before I trust a bitch (ah yeah)
Lighting up but I'ma never switch (never switch yeah)
Caught a body and I ain't f*cking flinch
Uh
Whip a Subaru like it's a Phantom, yeah
Random violence but that shit ain't random, yeah
When we roll this gon' be the anthem, yeah
Tell your girl meet us at the mansion
All that Gucci she gon' take it off for me, yeah
All this dick and she gon' take it all for me, ah yeah
Bring the Glock she gon' pop it off for me
Give these motherf*ckers a lobotomy, yeah
Heard your argument but that's a hollow point
Rolling down the block the way we rolling joints
Full metal jacket this ain't Burlington
My chick a five on five man a perfect ten
She always keep the piece on her like she's packing NATO rounds
And when you see that piece come out boy you better hit the ground
That's why the opposition wear vests when they come around
You better aim high, if you miss then you goin' down
Like I'm a man on a mission, I hear that trashing and dissing
I hear your moaning and bitching, I know they secretly wishing
They'd catch me crashing and slipping but I'm the man when I'm spitting
I might be packing a pistol, you might get hit with a missile
I got the college park flow when I lived in Marietta
Now I'm back in the snow, ain't nobody do it better
I got shooters in the D like an army
And to all the motherf*ckers who wanna harm me, I don't
Hit or miss, guess I never miss (guess I never miss)
Trust my dawg before I trust a bitch (I don't trust a bitch)
Lighting up but I'ma never switch (never switch yeah)
Caught a body and I ain't f*cking flinch
Uh
All that Gucci she gon' take it off for me
All this-all this dick and she gon' take it all for me, ah yeah
Bring the Glock she gon' pop it off for me (pop it)
Give these-give these motherf*ckers a lobotomy, yeah
Heard your argument but that's a hollow point
Rolling down the block the way we rolling joints
Full metal jacket this ain't Burlington
My chick a five on five man a perfect ten
She always keep the piece on her like she's packing NATO rounds
And when you see that piece come out boy you better hit the ground
That's why the "sition-sition" wear vests when they come around
You better aim high, if you miss then you goin' down
Like I'm a man on a mission, I hear that trashing and dissing
I hear your moaning and bitching, I know they secretly wishing
They crash-crashing and slipping but I'm the man when I'm spitting
I might be packing a pistol, you might get hit with a missile