AR-15 Lyrics

Ar fifteen with a beam

Point it at your top

Now you know ain't shit sweet

I got three felonies

In the back seat

Now I killed your boy

Wrap him up in a white sheet

Ar fifteen with a beam

Point it at your top

Now you know ain't shit sweet

I got three felonies

In the back seat

Now I killed your boy

Wrap him up in a white sheet

Now I feel like I am going insane

In the membrain

Leave the body tied up in the lake

With the big chains

Shorty ask me why I am so distant

But ain't shit changed

Getting all up in your head

Like I'm playin mind games

Feelin like I died back in twenty fifteen

Im a souless husk everyday of the week

Now your bitch textin me sayin that she wanna cheat

But that head game weak so I sent her to the streets

I don't need no titties

Got the thirty for that

All my optics fuckin zeroed

Yea you won't ever last

Last thing you gonna hear

Is these bullets they blast

Never would've found help

Accept your death and relax

Ar fifteen with a beam

Point it at your top

Now you know ain't shit sweet

I got three felonies

In the back seat

Now I killed your boy

Wrap him up in a white sheet

Ar fifteen with a beam

Point it at your top

Now you know ain't shit sweet

I got three felonies

In the back seat

Now I killed your boy

Wrap him up in a white sheet