AR-15 Lyrics

Woah

Woke up

Woke up

Woke up

Woke up in the morning I was mad

I will really stab niggas choppa gon harass niggas

Please do not forget that I'm a dad

If you talkin crazy I might pull up where you at

Damn I can't believe he was a rat

That shit don't make no sense it's like picking at a scab

But I'm picking up my niggas for the ride

If it's homicide then you know they gon ride

Yeah you know they gon meet me where I'm at

If they catch me slippin then my nigga bring the strap

Yeah them bitches they don't hit me for the strap nah

They hit me for the dick I might pull up where they at

Pull up on yo momma if she at the crib

At the crib bitch

Pull up on yo sister I might pull up on yo bitch

Roll the windows down and blow a fucking kiss

Blow yo bitches mind then she blow a nigga dick

Got her off a tab she want another trip

Said she wanna try and I said I wanna trick

And I said I wouldn't lie and I know she prolly pissed

Bitch I'm bonafide I'm like Ali in the sixth

Bitch I'm Larry bird how it's poppin off the wrist

And I heard she was a bird I got partners at the crib

I been popular since melanin was poppin for the kid

Keep a nigga wit a Draco I been smokin on a sig

Smoke

Yeuh

Uhn

Hop in the whip with army guns

Big AR like army guns

PO said no army guns

Damn I want a lot of em

Damn I want a lot uh cash

Shawty pretty pussy damn she bought uh Prada bag

Hoppin in the front seat damn she don't know how to ask

And that's a lot uh ass

Damn

I can see through your corona mask

You ain't Stevie but you wanna Nash

Niecey know you wanna smash and Jeezy know you wanna rap

It was easy on your culdesac

But bitch I brought the barter back

No bitch I brought a daughter back

No job been pushin parties back

No heart attack to cardiac

Don't call me back to apologize

Bitch I got my fathers eyes

My daughter got her fathers eyes

We farther back than Harlem nights

Known you longer than I known my wife

It's crazy how we go all night

That Prozac was a poltergeist this perky made me cold inside

Damn I can't believe he was a rat

That shit don't make no sense it's like picking at a scab

But I'm picking up my niggas for the ride

If it's homicide then you know they gon ride

Yeah you know they gon meet me where I'm at

If they catch me slippin then my nigga bring the strap

Bring the pistol