Tech N9ne - Mo' Ammo lyrics

[Verse 1: Murs] I'm in my ba** pro camo, lookin' like a Rambo Military sack strapped with some Roman candles I 'bout to light it up like it's Independence Day I do it underground, that's the independent way I got a dinner date, I'm ten minutes late With this chick that I met up on the internet I mean the internet, I mean that f**ing app I mean a meth head, I met her in the f**ing trap (huh?) No, what the f** is that? I met her at a show (oh) I'm like Jeezy, selling tickets like it's f**ing snow Or like I'm Yeezy, selling Yeezys, I'll be god damned You gotta buy these VIP tickets, understand? I mean a stream is just a dream unless you are front row A million views, we lookin' good, but no dough I'm in the booth whippin' merch like I'm in the kitchen Strange Music going stupid, it's your new addiction [Hook: Murs] We got guns, dope, clips for mo' ammo Rambo like a quarter key inside the door panel Put your ear to the speaker, get you high Don't this music feel like you can fly? Guns, dope, clips for mo' ammo Rhymin' like a quarter key inside the door panel Put your ear to the speaker, get you high Don't this music feel like you can fly? [Verse 2: Rittz] Lord, you ain't give me my props yet, you late as f** I like to think that I'm top five like Jada' does Speeding past these rappers like they traffic cops with radar guns And counting so much money that my fingertips got papercuts You play and talk to me, you sweet as lemonade or punch Can't you say that captain saved a s*ut, I met your lady once We f**ed and now it turned to a weekly visit Got her hooked like I was deep sea fishing And she means business, she says she love to ride it all night I really get head and she got suction like Dyson Upright I seen the sunlight, woke up and play some Maxwell She open wide and sat still I f**ed her throat and filmed it, now that's what I call a gag reel Again and again we win, while all you do is catch Ls My father ain't a farmer but his son became a cash cow Revolvers on as f** if you a boxer or a blackbelt Should've packed, yeah Go back on my double time sh** and I bet you I spazz out [Hook: Murs] We got guns, dope, clips for mo' ammo Rhymin' like a quarter key inside the door panel Put your ear to the speaker, get you high Don't this music feel like you can fly? Guns, dope, clips for mo' ammo Rhymin' like a quarter key inside the door panel Put your ear to the speaker, get you high Don't this music feel like you can fly? [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Growedd wit k**as who rolled wit Milla's some soulless n***as who go get liquor then blow spliffs wit ya popo suspicious we sold tricks fixes to hold big riches these roguish wishes is so ridiculous Bogus b**hes you Ho's fictitious and Low wit glitches the Dough made you notice DIBKIS (I gotta stop) Flows is gifted I get throwed get twisted then bro gets wicked when I spit I'm bout to k** em and a soul is lifted (That n***a hot) My rap a**ignment give the industry an alignment rapper's ain't goin straight no mo' Image really need refinement let a n***a help recreate yo flow, and I'm gon' design it to make mo' dough shake mo Ho's hey bro bro, this that N9ne sh**! trippin! (why?) Cause I been drinkin like a camel, (yeah?) Tried to play me like a piano, (yeah?) Now I'm about to go Rambo packin' mo' ammo n***a! [Hook: Murs] We got guns, dope, clips for mo' ammo Rambo like a quarter key inside the door panel Put your ear to the speaker, get you high Don't this music feel like you can fly? Guns, dope, clips for mo' ammo Rambo like a quarter key inside the door panel Put your ear to the speaker, get you high Don't this music feel like you can fly?