Bud Bottles & Bullets Lyrics

(High Volume)

Bud, bottles & Bullets

We smoking loud to the fullest

Extended clip, finger itch, don't make me pull it

Flesh wound, hospital room, that's your only warning

Them shots steady pouring, my niggas shooters, scoring

Next time bottles, candle light & family mourning

Raiders black, get smack, wit the heat like a Vegas morning

Hole in ya chest, hard ta digest got yo spirit exposing

Close range, DNA on me like an explosion

Yo girl in her emotions

I'm in her motion

Dick is poisonous, but she love swallowing my potion

Drowning in my love, the Fergific ocean

Lost ya life & wife damn double demotion

Niggas actin tough, give them a nominee

They never win, against a real nigga like me

Smoke ya long range, my swisher sweet

Roll him in the backwood, get smoked game leaf's

My nigga Taqee, on the side of me

Bottle in 1 hand the another 1 ready to squeeze

Bitches playin hard to get, we don't chase Skeez's

Bullets chase niggas you ain't out running these

Me & my niggas got guns that hold 22 shots

We the only motherfuckers who got them on the block

That's 15 niggas with 22 in the clip

Ready to shoot the 1st thing moving with an extra 1 on the hip

330 bullets flying at yo ass

You better run, duck & cover before they clap yo ass

When we run out we re-up with the extra clip

Dumping at you knowing we going to buss yo shit

660 bullets & the whole crew got hit

He ain't living but he took more bullets than 50 cent

Lord, willing on the grind pushing with these clips

Hell hath no fury, till the casket drops, shit

Niggas actin tough, give them a nominee

They never win, against a real nigga like me

Smoke ya long range, my swisher sweet

Roll him in the backwood, get smoked game leaf's

My nigga Taqee, on the side of me

Bottle in 1 hand the another 1 ready to squeeze

Bitches playin hard to get, we don't chase Skeez's

Bullets chase niggas you ain't out running these