HEAVY ARTILLERY Lyrics

She wanna fuck on the team

Can't smash that bitch she not even clean

She need some got damn oxi clean

I got knots up in my jeans, diamonds clean like listerine

I gotta glock in my purse (Yea) Puttin that boy inna hearse

Bet not stand to close to evil, Imma diva

Leavin that boy in the dirt had to dust'em (Spring cleanin)

We gone smoke that boy like a blunt

Choppa gone chop like a got damn chef

Kedo outta space on mars, finesse that bitch like bruno mars

I got a lot on my load, don't got press square to relaod

Energy went sage mode, I'm jinchuriki

Chargin my energy (Hell Yuh), Unlocked it within me (Aaahhhaa)

Its time to pay for yo sins, a hundred flacks on yo back

Banish that boy he name zuko uh

Know its time to re-roll the b role uh

I put my dick in ha pussy uh

I put my face in ha bosom uh

I put a baby in ha belly (Dayum)

She gone be a mama Tyler Perry

Like hit that eye roll

Swear I'm from the south poth

My neck stay on froze

Damn that bitch gone ignite, I been sippin on that wine

We gone let them glocks fly, There will never be a tie

Its so hard to please me, every bitch fine as hell

Baby whats yo qualities, but that bitch basic as hell

Electric shock right in my arm, Chirdori right up in the air

Shoot that shit right down, I took a eye I took a pair