AWF EM Lyrics – .223Jerm
Singer: .223Jerm
Title: AWF EM
f#ck the feds f#ck the opps b#tch I off em
b#tch I’m flexed up in this b#tch I look so awesome
Hold you hostage take yo mama and yo god son
AK-47 bumpin at yo ear drum
I just did a line of crack rock
Watch out for my shoes these hoes are
BB’s on my belt and on my wrist watch
b#tch I’m in the game I feel like Chris Paul
Don’t f#ck with you
b#tch you a lame
On my style man I hear the same thing
We be in yo hood I be yellin “gang gang”
All my n#gg#s realest b#tch we go orangutan
b#tch I’m ballin hard man this sh#t ain’t no option
I just smacked this n#gg# have his body in a coffin
Bump his body then I sell it up for auction
Choppa bullets flyin they gone give you lipo suction
f#ck the feds f#ck the cops yeah we poppin some
Ch-Choppa empty out like 50 David Robinson’s
I-In the studio no paper like it’s a party son
We at the strip throwin strippers yeah whole college fund
n#gg#s think it’s gang till we drop they whole block like plain janga
And I was just a push yo white girl like Topanga
Keep the choppas in the kazi got more clips and I got hangers
And I been in the game got more hits than they got bangers
Outside till the I got more cheese than Peter Piper
Red beams they get head the shots before they see the snipers
Pull up shut up I like to cut up
My choppa sprayin the sun like a
Kickin like
You ain’t in my huddles
Straight out the tone n#gg# straight out the gutter
Yo b#tch suckin dick you kissed her on the mouth
Made a couple thou and I ain’t even need a house
And I ain’t even need a house
Phone trippin n#gg# in the route
Smokin big clout with the AR’s out
Ridin in the coupes with the AR’s out
Be trappin and the AR loud
Got out quick cause the K9’s out
Let’s find out whatchu say all about
Dried up n#gg#s hatin no drought
We chase money we won’t cash no clout
We chase money we won’t cash no-
B-Body on my waist let that b#tch c#ck back
I just robbed the plug I don’t need a ski mask
Why you my style why you drop my swag
You be chasin b#tches always chasin for the bag
See me smoke boof retaliate the shoot
Rob you fast yeah it go vroom vroom
All up in yo house and I shoot yo mommy’s room
n#gg# don’t be stupid gimme yo chains and shoes
b#tch I get mad when I hear some stupid sh#t
b#tch you owe me money now it’s time to pay the rent
b#tch it’s be RVR3 when I my finger tips
.40 on my waist you can catch a full clip
I just pulled up and I did drive by’s
Shotty 12 guage deuce deuce with a nine
n#gg# try me body 45
Ridin with my bloods b#tch I’m pull up with my sides
Like oh
Got the lean with the drip
If you got a problem we can solve it off the rip
b#tch I got hitters and they bangin off the whip
Couple n#gg#s but they all look like b#tch
Ay ay ay ay ay ay
Hey I keep a big AK rifle strap up on my back
If I ever catch you lackin know imma run yo back
All my n#gg#s bout that action like some throwin mags
Ain’t nobody bein left out how I attack
And if you b#tch be out here worried then my dick will calm her stats
And if it don’t then I ain’t worried cause I toss a b#tch a back
Ain’t no cause I’m always in my bag
And If they feel my big semi
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