SoGone SoFlexy - Bullets** lyrics

All these bullets in this magazine AR shoot like Michael Jordan, this b*tch hold .223s b*tch, I'm Texas made, I'm rockin' Dickies and a tall tee 'Bout to catch a play anytime that Philippe call me [?] Quit grabbin' on my [?] Ayy, what if I pull up to yo' family house and treat yo' family sh*t The same way that y'all did my mammy house ([?] in the magazine) All these bullets in this magazine I damn near blew that pig head off, now they wanna off me They grabbin' on my dick, that's not a gun, why you assault me? If I pull up to yo' family house and treat yo' family sh*t The same way that y'all did my mammy house I told mom and dad, "I gotta get it" It's still work on the table, guess I gotta flip it It ain't sh*t to get it gone [?] [?] fu*ked up with the wrong ni**a, we can't get along with 'em Used to be a dome-splitter but my homies still dome ni**as Let me watch out what I'm sayin' on this phone, ni**a, 'cause 12 tappin'