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Artillery Lyrics

from Legit Ballin' - Vol.1

"Artillery" is track #3 on the album Legit Ballin' - Vol.1. It was written by Mitchell Carl Terrell; Todd Tod A.
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Artillery motherfucker, legit balling bitch but don't get it twisted
Ain't no hoes over here
Yeah, we got guns nigga, aimed at all you hating bitches

From K-Town to the Manor, Holy City to the wild hundreds
The war is on, and all my killers is riding
Todd Nitty, what you got for these hoes
(Click, clock, blast)

I got that 9 double M glock, with the infrared beam dot
Aiming at your knot, making your heart stop
Yelling out, "Fuck tha po", who some call it 5-0
Better look out for when they pull that kick door

Nothing but gangstas, that's all who I hang with
Slanging them thangs with, came up in the game with
The fucking hood rats, because them some broke hoes
Me get a rich bitch and stick her for her dough

The Manor in that K-Town, that's how we put it down
Letting off fifty rounds, that's how our shit sound
Artillery up the ass, sullies and ski masks
9's and bubble masks, gunning at your ass

Motherfucking street thugs, legit ballers
Money and the power, moving that flour
Taking no shorts and taking no losses
Hauling niggas asses off in coffins with that

One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump nigga
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump nigga

One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump nigga
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump nigga

A nigga riding with stealers, hustlers, killers all my life
Legit Ballers bitch, don't even try to fuck with us gangsta's
Because we some mobstas
You come with that bullshit, then pussy I'll pop ya'

See it's that nigga Todd Nitty
That be squeezing triggers like bitches titties
Who is it, the most left on nigga
They crept on nigga, with that Teflon nigga

And it went blow blow, body bag that bitch
Sent his ass to the morgue with the rest of them snitches
I heat 'em up like a motherfucking Newport
Left his ass with more holes than a golf course

What you thought boy, I'm from that 9th Ward
Where them stories are true about them Manor boys
How we leaving 'em, bleedin' and crawling on the ground
Like he's a dead nigga now

One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump nigga
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump nigga

One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump nigga
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump nigga

I got that love for my nigga Twist, for aid and assistance
He told me holsters, caught him up in some bullshit
Don't even trips though, I'm heading in your route
Soon as I roll up, we puttin' they lights out

Poppin' a clip in, with one in the chamber
Finna' ride on a stranger, put the hoes life in danger
Started letting off hollows, straight through they car door
I'm a G from Chicago, pull the game weightless where I go

Bustin' pistols with laser injects
Putting holes in they Avarex
Going straight through your tailored vests
Now it's you or your neighbor next

Now we got your boy tied up, to the hideout we ride up
They gonna show us the stash-pot, with the little handles side up
Took the money and lello, and that's how the day goes

Get the bankroll, gotta gank hoes, and I got the 44.
Time to leave finna' go
Hit 'em with that

One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump nigga
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump nigga

One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump nigga
One, two, three, 45.'s
Six, seven, eight, nine milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump nigga

Songwriters
Mitchell Carl Terrell; Todd Tod A

Published by
CHINA WHITE MUSIC;STAYIN' HIGH MUSIC;UNIVERSAL MUSIC-MGB SONGS

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