文本歌词

ARMAGEDDON (Explicit) - Trippie Redd/Rob49
Lyrics by：Igor Mamet/Michael Lamar White II/Robert Thomas/Andreas Cristian Matura/Peter Jideonwo
Composed by：Igor Mamet/Michael Lamar White II/Robert Thomas/Andreas Cristian Matura/Peter Jideonwo
Ha let me in
Look yeah
Yeah uh
Yeah hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Yeah hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me yeah
Hundred round drum on me
Brand new blick on me
Brand new switch on me
Soon as I up I blow soon as
I blow he bleed yeah
Hangin' with killers hangin'
With all of the real ones and duckin'
The fake
Tell him to mind his business
I done seen n***as who talkin'
Get shot in the face yeah
That's why I'm keepin' my K yeah
That's why I'm havin' my way yeah
I'm 'bout to send that text yeah
Make a n***a pull up spray yeah
No I ain't playin' at all ****
N***a can't run no game huh
Oh he want smoke with us yeah
Make a n***a face card famous
They know I keep my racks on me
They know I keep my MAC on me
N***as done made me mad brother
I'm tryin' not to go crash on 'em
They know we'll tweak out
Do **** worser than that last n***a
In a Demon ridin' with some steppers
I'ma spend that bag on 'em
Yeah hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Yeah hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me hey
Hundred round drum on me yeah yeah
I keep that blick on me blick
I keep that trip on me
Bentley got heated seats
Play with the gang he deceased
Murder an opp like I murder a godd**n beat
******' that ***** and I'm keepin'
It P and I'm keepin' it G in the streets
I'm not no puttin' not no dot on
No mother******' barrel
Lil' ***** I'm a ************' beast
Shorty come over the crib she
Swallowin' **** she ******'
Up all of the sheets
Alright I'm ******' up all of
That money I'm ******'
And gettin' her geeked ew
I ain't never pressed 'bout
None of these *****es
I ****ed that ho last week
That little ***** was an animal
Ate like a cannibal
Crushed that lil' ***** like a Danimal
Walked in this ***** and
I'm fresh like a cantaloupe
D**e in the closet and racks
In the envelope
Don't get to talkin' this ****
Can get physical
Pull up big body that *****
Lookin' mystical
We sent some shots through
Your grandmammy living room
Now he not talkin'
He turned to a vegetable
We with the business
We send 'em a message
Man who the **** is these
**** n***as testin'
Yeah hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Yeah hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me
Hundred round drum on me yeah