Pastor Troy - License To k** lyrics

I'm out on a limb I-I'm out on a limb-limb-limb Well I'm Pastor Troy I got a license to k** I shot that 50 cal.in your motherf*ckin' grill n***as talking sh** but everybody got a tounge What you got to say when I'm chillin' with my gun PT n***a I got the license and I'm trifling Catch him in his hood and get to motherf*ckin' sniping I wish them n***as would but them n***as ain't real A license- a license- a license to k** I been in this game since them dukey roll chains Chillin with my uncle off sellin' c**aine Smoking weed with my friends when I was 10 Outside of the school drinking motherf*ckin' gin Well I'm Pastor Troy I got a license to k** I think you know what time it is, it's time to get real Now what do we have here, a f*ck n***a in fear I run this land you understand I make my self clear Well I'm Pastor Troy I got the license to murk I leave them n***as dick in the motherf*ckin' dirt Been puttin' in work since I got my first pistol From my 22 to my motherf*ckin' missile A L-I-c-ense to k** Extreme heat (huh) is all you feel A 100 round 223 you can't dodge it I put you on the beam and I'm making my deposit Rockets, grenades, and the machete Military issue K cause I'm ready I'm dumpin' and I'm dumpin' so you better write your will A license- a license- a license to k**