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)