Army Veteran Lyrics

It's a hundred for the dog like we work with Cruella

Bought my first sixteen I can't lie at a Quinceanera

Nigga up from cookin soda balls now he got a seven

Yo freak got mean head when she done she gone need excedrin

I might count some churches chicken Talking to the reverend

Free my nigga Gizzle a bg he a living Legend

I was stuffin denims in 09 if I must address 'em

This sauce cost a arm and a leg like a army veteran

Fuck yo nigga he a hamburger

Lil' baby she a real eater got my man's gerberd

Gave a quarterback from jumpin Charges he Justin Herbert

I been rappin up every year nigga Uncle murder

I been hittin cookie out the p like I Know Taraji

Tryna build a empire, then sit wit Ghazi

Die behind these street politics like They did Gaddafi

Came from puttin cannons n they face Like the paparazzi

We some real hand to hand fein gods

I Sold Muhammad them bean pies

For them racks we go v live

They brought the porters to the park They left it a clean slide, yea

Five One Seven I don't know how to count

Y'all been needin niggas on god like I Came in a crouch

When yo auntie pinch yo dope that Shit come with a ouch

Rest in peace Monquine baby let me Sleep on her couch

I dodge forty-five years but they gave it to Ralph

Art died pitching dope he got shot on The mount

Have a shootout wit my thug turn the Club to a lounge

Ran a wildcat with the soda Karl Anthony towns

Dope trapped in the closet nigga R Kellz

Fuck the oop forgot how to shot it niggas Markell

City put a tag on my window but it Ain't no car sell

I weighted up a half at the club then we had to barbell

We only got wholes an that's Conglomerate

How you surprised they got off that's Not astonishment

He was too shy wit the paper knocked Out his common sense

An they ain't hikin up north threw thru his momma tint

It's a hundred for the dog like we work with Cruella

Bought my first sixteen I can't lie at a Quinceanera

Nigga up from cookin soda balls now he got a seven

Yo freak got mean head when she done she gone need excedrin

I might count some churches chicken Talking to the reverend

Free my nigga Gizzle a bg he a living Legend

I was stuffin denims in 09 if I must address 'em

This sauce cost a arm and a leg like a army veteran