NEW WEAPON Lyrics

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Love how they move when I pull my weapon

Do my lil dance on your block straight steppin'

One wrong move send a fuckboy to heaven

Imma act a damn fool (Say what?)

Imma act a damn fool (Say what?)

Imma act a damn fool (Say what?)

Imma act a damn fool (Say what?)

Cute lil shawty ridin shotty holdin ammo

Think I'm finna tap paint her face like Picasso

Runtz in my blunt cutthroat like Rambo

Said he moving weight but I never seen his bands though

Wait, when the fuck did I even ask bro

Catch another case, killin wannabe Fantanos

Told him it was Runtz, it was mids and he mad now

I might fuck around and go snap his shawty back now

Flat on the dash, mask on my lap

Blunt to my lips with a glock in my hand

Shootin out the window hope somebody shoot back

Dont smoke gas I just I smoke opp pack

Sprayin up your block leave em wet no graffiti

Choppa hit his head and turn em off like a tv

They dont like me cause im way to raw like sashmi

Windows tinted rolling like a phantom you cant see me