Kenny Mac - The pound lyrics

[hook] My 30 clip takes hollows tips it goes bang bang We do hits and take sh** you gang bang On dog Pound thats fo Life no lame change We shooting sh** so just Watch what you claim We gon take him down if we need them bands up Lil ren in the cut whack yo mans up 069 so ask them we stand up And we dropping n***as so the oppostition can't stand us [verse1] b**h we gon blow get low, foe'nem kick the do And we stay Rolling so you know, kenny keep the smoke Smoking on this dope and acting slow, cause we gon need some mo n***as sliding trough like we lacking, Think they finna score Hollow tips rip trough his coat kushy strong I just might choke n***as woofing in the roe, Catch him at the [?] sto Fo five I like to tote thirty Eights is easy to blow Hit em up when I get Close them punsch Shells gon rcok ya boat Money on my mind gotta shine can't be wasting time Shoot him in his back, thats a crime bullets hit his spine Chilling on the block with the guys we be getting fried Chopped with a beam, super size call that air supply I be on the duce, blowing loud, standing in the crowd Bricks ain't on sh** my n***as wild, see you past the clowns You ain't with the team , make a scene, rob him for his bling k**a park, n***a leave his body going down the stream [hook] [verse2] Roll up, po up, talking stupid, slow up Face shots, Close up, f** a cop, so what My n***as dont give no f**s we out here b**h we post up So high im in the solar my Money come off Coca I sends shots trough my ruger, head shot man down you a looser On your block with a chop with a steady on my Glock and im shooting n***as sh** like putin When I send shots with my ruger, head shot man down you a looser On your block with a chop with a steady on my Glock and im shooting n***as sh** like putin Kenny Mac I been with that, my pistols shot I send with that They took big weebo out this sh** so Now I gotta finish that OTD got plenty racks we take his sh** like gimmie that You goofy n***as weak as f** we wrapping and got any crack Kuddo with a hoe, smoking dope, tell him send me that And juice he on to blow, with a scope, ain't no shooting back DPC we pack poles, kicking in yo back do Shoot your f**ing fingers off now let me see you crack those [hook]