AK-47 ft. Trey 40 Lyrics

Rich forever, rich forever

Raining bullets on the competition, weather

Hollotips they at yo dome bitch you get wet up

Keep yo mouth shut bitch don't get clever

Smith and Wesson by appointment you get met up

Ain't no honor in this game ain't no medals

Lil dummy got chipped I'm chippetto

47 steaming hot just like a kettle

Kalishnakov if I got a score to settle

I got

Big clips, M6 ina drift

AK fully loaded bout to hit a lick

And I really blast

Yeah I'm really bout that action

Really bout the cash

And my life to fast

And my wife got ass

Gotta lot of passions

Can't get stuck up in the past

Yeah this life is full of rats

In this race you know my pace be like a drag

Need a parachute to slow me down

The competition lag

How much money on they heads? A hunnid racks

Chopper cut em' down and eat em, feed the facts

Run up on the gang like a sammich you get bagged,

Open season on the game hunting tags

Ima big hit man

With a big stick man

AK broad day, and the lil bitch ran

All the way to Iran

Can't fuck with the gang or my plans

LSD laced in my Xans

Blue faces my bands

This Givenchy my bag

Kalishnakov my Jag

Sixty round my mag

Zoot-Suit my swag

My slang different, my gang different, we bang different, our chains different, our brains bigger,

Our lane switching too quick for these haters that ain't different,

Swear to god they all the same

Lame ass talkin gang

You ain't even my lane

Please tuck that chain

I buck yo brain,

Norf side go insane

No hesi my finger the trigger,

No Winnie The Pooh I'm Tigger,

AK buck bigger