Main Flow , Godilla , El Da Sensei & J. Sands - Still Got The Ammo

Snowgoons

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Straight from the under I make niggas wonder why Snowgoons Uh huh Straight from the under I make niggas wonder why Uh huh Ammo I got a hotter steez, drive with exotic keys It's not a ease, bless niggas like they gotta sneeze Connect blessed me with a lot of trees Now I can plot a freeze, go with the wind when I spot a breeze From fake necklaces to bootleg Timb sales We all about them Malachi, Z York and stem cells And won't hesitate to let the trigger blow Cause all of my seeds just make a bigger flow I like the time and repent for a liar sin Leviathan, the higher pin, I write words to violins Cash to stack a van up against a cracker plan The blacker man still got the ammo like Pakistan Nice goal, hit your city and dice roll And slice hoes, like Lombardi at the Ice Bowl Hit with the wham-o, three soldiers comin' in camo What up fam-o, you know we still got the ammo Mannin' the ship with ammo and commanded grip Stayin' equipped, movin' hand to hand and flip Layin' a dip, with ammo, I'm the man to trip Plan to rip the tongue is like a gun with a banana clip Mannin' the ship with ammo and commanded grip Stayin' equipped, movin' hand to hand and flip Layin' a dip, with ammo, I'm the man to trip Plan to rip the tongue is like a gun with a banana clip Thoughts like a firearm, and they not on safety Play my cards right, dodge like, somethin' like AC Understudy of the Pun, Rakim's and the Jay-Z's Niggas hate me, take three, try to stop me Fold each and every one of you, origami Shit on every track I'm on, porta potty War with papi, verbally I'm all tsunami Rain on 'em every time, forecast look cloudy Open sixteen, I'm in like an orange with Holly Abort your army, iller man handle the scandal Still got ammo, your panel now fall into shambles Hang low, get cancelled like WB Hunger to eat, hustle to breathe, you ain't fuckin' with me Simple math, I divide a couple hundred and leave With bricks and lyrics, aim specific We got more shots than a biscuit Mannin' the ship with ammo and commanded grip Stayin' equipped, movin' hand to hand and flip Layin' a dip, with ammo, I'm the man to trip Plan to rip the tongue is like a gun with a banana clip Mannin' the ship with ammo and commanded grip Stayin' equipped, movin' hand to hand and flip Layin' a dip, with ammo, I'm the man to trip Plan to rip the tongue is like a gun with a banana clip Target on scope, slip through the darkness and trees Beat the hardest indeed, make every artist envy My clip full of ammo, magazines come in threes Boot strap, new raps, in my army fatigues Brave years of hardships, now I make that hard shit Mosh pit, marksman, gun blast regardless Corner the market and set it off like Frankie Cause these niggas is ass and y'all wanna thank me Mainly I boast for the shit that I stand for Allegiance is completed when y'all hittin' the dance floor I never lose sight, shotta that's too nice Had more than two fights when they was hoggin' the mic Modeling type, my looks exceed what you imagine Mid-thirties my nigga, and still make it happen I hate the past tense, I rock for now With Snowgoons, J. Sands, Bankroll show you how Straight from the under, I make niggas wonder why My parabellum be swellin' cerebellums when you dwellin' Straight from the under, I make niggas wonder why We're caucazoids devoid, my niggas rebel and Ayo my man in East Orange told me the streets warrin' Raining cats and dogs with shells that keep pourin' Early mornin', until the night transformin' Far from dormant, the freaks come out without warnin' This shit sound like the Northside, Killa County Home sweet home, but feelin' like an out of townie I don't fuck with snakes, but yo they still around me Plus the Jake carry heat just to grill a brownie Straight up, shit is real, let the trey-eight buck Better not tell a soul when you way way up Cause them boys know the feds better than they know the ledge Big Gates blow the bread or some youngin' blow they head Uh, right off the shoulder, the kids gettin' older And the world's gettin' colder, so I dip to So Cal Lay low, and profile, cause I got ammo That make it go blaow!