Nawf Slim - Tay K Lyrics

Carry the torch, gat, pole, steel I like to call em wods (Uh)
Weapons of destruction cuz destruction what it cause (Yea)
Pull the trigger on me if u really got the balls (Yea)
I'm out there like a red dot sight in some fog (Bitch)
Chrome plated uzi got some problems I can solve (Hoe)
Make rules for a weapon but it's made to break the laws (Yea)
Rules of engagement don't apply in my century
When weed is legal everywhere, we robbin all dispensaries (Gimme that)
I tote, even when I look straight criminal, I tote (Bitch)
Bout to hit a lic bitch, Pistol in his throat (Yea)
Hide in my waist line or pull it out my coat (What)
I don't give a fucc lil bitch I'm goin loc (Bitch)
Told the store clerk don't u reach under the counter (Nigga)
I said Mf don't u reach under dat counter
When he pulled out had to hit him wit silencer
Dashed outside, somebody wanna be a savior
Blast his ass too, time to go n meet your maker (Uh)
Hit you wit the tombstone I'm the undertaker (Bitch)
I'm shootin' like a laker, or some balled up paper (Baow baow baow baow)
I still got the razor fade you like a taper, don't give me no time
Cuz I'm doin' what I'm 'spose to
Can't let nobody kill me, imma blow (Boom) before you blow fool
Knocc u on your arms then use u as a steppin' stool
Show no mercy for a civilian with a firearm (Yea)
Scorch his whole body if he move like a fire bomb (Bitch)
Robbers n murderers use 'em effectively
You thinkin' what I'm thinkin' let get em its telepathy (It's telepathy uh)
Let's rocc out, let's rocc out, let's rocc (Uh), grab a guitar n make pop (Bang)
I'm Franklin with chop (Rrrr), a sticc of butter in a socc (Yea)
Let's rocc out, let's rocc, missionary I get up on top (Uh)
The doors locced see who's on that other side (Uh)
Too late to turn back this is do or die (Let's go)
Shotgun and a trench coat like I'm super fly (Boy)
Bitch I'm God's Warrior fucc that other guy (Yea) when I go on a mission
I look up to the sky (Uh), close my eyes start to think picture my mama cry (Nah)
Don't cry imma Soulja I was born to die (Bih)
Then torment my killer like the poltergeist (Uh)
Torment to the body when I take a life (Yea), yea bitch, yea bitch I told you I'm a Murderer, u reached for the gat n I murdered ya (Yea)
If u was on cracc I would be servin' ya
Tryin' to cop a dime with some furniture (Boy)
Let's rocc out, let's rocc out, let's rocc
(Let's rocc let's rocc) grab a guitar n make pop
I'm Franklin with chop (Rrrr), a sticc of butter in a socc
Let's rocc out, let's rocc, missionary I get up on top
Ight that's it (The fucc wrong wit you niggas)
Yeaaa hoe yea yea bit
Missionary i get up on top
Missionary i get up on top
I'm franklin with chop
I'm franklin with the chop
(BAOW, BAOW, BAOW)