London On Da Track - Ammo lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Thugga Thugga Got my broadie London in this mothaf**er man I'm tell ya this beat, hard, this one hard as f**, listen bro I go up up and away And I got old hunnids, they wrinkled like a Shar Pei Plus I'm the realest n***a inside the A-aaa [Chorus] And them boys in Atlanta they don't play-uh And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's yeah And them boys from Atlanta got bananas like these monkey n***a I got plenty ammo for you bumbling n***a Ammo for these p**y mothaf**as Run up I swear to god I want tears from your mother f** n***a sipping I get prison and f** your father I'mma tell em one the time, they ain't going farther I'm doing numbers [Verse 1] I got bands in the bando And I'm meeting David Banner And I'm smoking on cabana Leanin move slow as grandma Motor runnin (?) spit them commas, how they Thuggy Countin hunnid on a hunnid more that's hunger Yeah baby, Thugga Thugga hungry, yes I'm hungry Young Thugga got the munchies All my diamonds come in yellow like a Funion Yeah my crew made em sick, they can vomit p**y n***a know they could vomit I'm growing green me and (?) no pink I'm chasing dreams, Free Meek Milly [Chorus] [Verse 2] I'mma tell em one time I can read your mind Pop, pop, pop, pop, b**h gon' run (?) You's a busta mothaf**as rhymes Sticky fingers, no porcupine Genius (?) today, wait Let me pick up his remains Let them gators get their prey Hold up hold up, wait [Chorus]