nineteen Lyrics

(Aye, Ah, Huh, Aye, Ah, Huh, Aye, Ah-Ah, Huh, Aye, Ah-Ah, Huh)

Me and my gang going up

Most of y'all niggas is down

My choppa ready to fuck

Now he don't wanna come out

Once that it's up then it's stuck

You niggas actin' like clowns

Glock nineteen gonna bust

Suppressor don't make a sound

Uh-Uh, I'm not ready to go

Me and my niggas rock vetements though

Uh-Uh, I'm not takin' you home

My gun is gay cause it's ready to blow

I'm boutta break it all up

Feeling like Lucki with lean in my cup

I'm boutta tell him what's up

Gave them a lot but they ain't had enough

Glock nineteen, can't forget a beam

One good shot gonna knock him real clean

Chill ass nigga don't get in no beef

Play with me nigga, I'm not what you seem

If I want it i'm not gonna ask

Oh he shootin'? I'm shootin' right back

I got the shit that's gon' make you relax

Glock nineteen gonna make you relapse

No i'm not takin no Tris'

I got yo bitch in here kissing my dick

My gun and my music ain't ever gon' miss

I'm texting your bitch and she couldn't resist

(Woo Yeah)

He said that he wanted to fight like

I'm boutta show him, like "Fight Night"

Punch out a tooth have the nigga like Mike Tyson

Knock out a nigga now he seeing bright lights

Hop out the cut, nigga I see you

12' pulling up nigga, I see who

Bitch i'm yo father like I lead you

Shooting my like gun just Kyrie do

Niggas offended now it's getting tactical

Killing for fun imma try out the reticle

He keep on talking like bullets are edible

Put down the phone, nigga tryna get federal (Aye)

Like a recipe, Niggas copy but can't get the best of me

We not in school why the fuck is you testing me?

You're like your father bitch call it "Pedigree" (Aye)

Never stopping it

When I see it you know that i'm copping it

I see an opp like a perc' yea i'm popping it

They hear my shit and they ask when i'm dropping it

5.56 nigga not gon' forget

Just like a fidget we make niggas spin

Spinning again and again and again

I'm wearing a fit that's as much as your rent

Matter fact (Yeah) a hoodie as much as your rent (Ah-Ah, Yeah)

A hoodie that you couldn't get

That shit isn't making no sense

That shit isn't making no sense

That shit isn't making no (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ah, aye, haha)

Niggas can't do it like me

(Aye, Ah-Ah, Huh)

Ha

(Uh-uh, huh)

Say it again

Me and my glock nineteen best friends (Me and my glock nineteen best friends)

You want beef then i'm gon' send (You want beef then i'm gon' send)

Say one thing your life gon' end

Thought I was finished?

Me and my gang going up

Most of y'all niggas is down

My choppa ready to fuck

Now he don't wanna come out

Once that it's up then it's stuck

You niggas actin' like clowns

Glock nineteen gonna bust

Suppressor don't make a sound

Uh-Uh, I'm not ready to go

Me and my niggas rock vetements though

Uh-Uh, I'm not takin' you home

My gun is gay cause it's ready to blow

I'm boutta break it all up

Feeling like Lucki with lean in my cup

I'm boutta tell him what's up

Gave them a lot but they ain't had enough