Columbine ft. SLG Livaracci Lyrics

So many guns that I can turn your block to columbine T-T-G-U niggas tank Tyrese and Ginuwine

Slick dissers, I don't pay that shit, no nevermind

These bullets leave a nigga dancing, call it hammer time

So who you know and who you get, that shit don't even matter

I'm Sammy Sosa with these sticks and you an average batter

Incredible hulk inside these swishers, call it David Banner

And you gon' thank my cousin Thor, cause all he know is hammers

I'll turn a quiet strip into a murder scene

And leave a nigga body stretched just like a balance beam

I got a dog selling food, he can sniff a fiend

My other dog selling ice, tryna get all the cream

Fuck a nigga bitch once and they get sentimental

You cross my path when we beef, it's not coincidental

I'm all in black, one deep inside that continental

A knock the words from out your head and leave you instrumental

Out in Gainesville, Florida to the Carolinas

You can claim to be a creature, I'm an anaconda

My O.T.S. He don't speak English, he's from Tijuana

I stomp a pussy, turn my forces into red bottoms

Donnie Brasco and bitch, I'm the son of Sam

My white bitch got red hair, I call her Pepper Ann

This automatic peanut butter, it'll never jam

I red bull all my bullets, turn them to Peter Pan, bitch

Turn my forces into red bottoms

Mama told me never force it, I ain't worried bout em

Want smoke, put your clique in the dead column

Gone crazy, they won't put me in the asylum

Motherfuck what they sang, I'm the real thing

Zooming the money, nigga stay up in your lane

Blue face hunnids, I ain't never had shit

But a promise of the cell or a casket

Before I crash, got my seatbelt fastened

Save the lights and the cameras, all action

Niggas can't eat, so they fasting, yeah

I put pressure on a pussy set

One opp preceded another, op in death

Niggas packing pistols, but you niggas not a threat

Niggas standing next to fire, pussy gotta sweat

Fuck her good, she say go deeper

But she know even when I freak her, bitch, I got the heater

Get the throat and tell a, ho, look, it was nice to meet you

Real life, got a wife, ain't trying to mislead you

Me and gang, let the thangs bang

What you saying, man, I make your brains hang

And you knowing Livaracci with the same thing

He crippin', but we got the same blood in our veins