oc black - FIREARM Lyrics

I got too many sticks I can supply me a city
In a free car with tents when it's time to go spin
And I'm sticked up, I keep me on firearm with me
Ap with a drum on that bitch with like 60
Shells get to flyin' through walls, hadda 556
300 blackout 60 ball with a scope Boutta shoot up his kick back, I'ma air it out quick
You can't get up with me, cause I'm bussin my firearm quick
It was just me and bruh two switches and a micro drizzy
I ain't with the mind games, you get shot just for looking at me
And your lil ass nine, ain't enough to get with me
Told bruh stop spinning with nines, and upgrade his artillery
Arps and big-ass Glocks, we boutta come like the military
He was dissin' on me, now his face in a obituary
I Told bruh to chill, he sending shit to the cemetery
And they don't come around me, cause most of these niggas scary
And niggas be lyin' like shit, they be cap rap
Lil butt bitch, cute face, ate me up like a Rapsnack
Brown skin fat, butt bitch, broke her down, and I broke her back
Bitch I'm ocm back I got plenty of straps
He was dissin' at first, till I gave him a dirt nap
They said they gon' spin on black, know where I stay they ain't do it yet
Arp with a 60 ball, switch with a Chris vect
And we spined that night, killed his man, he don't know he next
Shoot his ass in his head and watch his arm collapse
He got hit by a drac , nigga died from a back shot
And We playin' with drums and legs like Popeyes
It was multiple shots, Outback in the parking lot
Draco's and ak's like we in Iraq
Mix The white with the bacon soda wwatch how it lock
How many shots you let off , I don't know, it was a lot
I got a 50-round drum, I ain't count my shots
I got too many sticks I can supply me a city
In a free car with tents when it's time to go spin
And I'm sticked up, I keep me on firearm with me
Ap with a drum on that bitch with like 60
Shells get to flyin' through walls, hadda 556
300 blackout 60 ball with a scope Boutta shoot up his kick back, I'ma air it out quick
You can't get up with me, cause I'm bussin my firearm quick
It was just me and bruh two switches and a micro drizzy
I ain't with the mind games, you get shot just for looking at me
And your lil ass nine, ain't enough to get with me
Told bruh stop spinning with nines, and upgrade his artillery
Arps and big-ass Glocks, we boutta come like the military
He was dissin' on me, now his face in a obituary
I Told bruh to chill, he sending shit to the cemetery
And they don't come around me, cause most of these niggas scary