YFN Trae Pound - Ammunition lyrics

[Hook: YFN Trae Pound & YFN Lucci] Ok you know I’m with it On every mission you know we ain’t missing, yeah And you know we having ammunition Know my finger itching Know I keep that pistol on me like it’s a tradition I swear we barely had a pot to piss in We were barely living We were tryna get it Anybody get it Yeah, now we havin’ a whole lot of ammunition, yeah Now we having a whole lot of hammers with me, yeah [Verse 1: YFN Trae Pound] Ok that draco with that drum will leave a n***a numb, huh Hundred rounds get it done, all kinds of guns, huh Like a pawn shop, thought I was with Jada way my trunk rocked up Big called, cook it up, he say it’s all locked up All heavy artillery, very high up at the emba**y The paralyzed feeling me Who is he? Pound a fly n***a in town Play ‘round with me at 12, by 3 he was found Two two three take a tree down, we smoke a tree down Let your b**h catch my kids, yeah that’s a rebound Caught her on the rebound [Verse 2: YFN Lucci] Might smoke a pound with Pound A hundred rounds out of town Like fifty thou for my crown I told him boy better not play some’ Get your face done All black, looking like Akon With more than eight guns Said these bullets bigger than Faizon Living wet as a pond Pull out that problem, give ‘em something to hate on My n***a better to beat the trial yeah, they gon’ hate on ‘em And if I want you dead I get my boys to lay on ‘em Where I come from n***as got a lot of hunger If you got it they gon’ want you So you gotta keep it on you [Hook: YFN Trae Pound & YFN Lucci] Ok you know I’m with it On every mission you know we ain’t missing, yeah And you know we having ammunition Know my finger itching Know I keep that pistol on me like it’s a tradition I swear we barely had a pot to piss in We were barely living We were tryna get it Anybody get it Yeah, now we havin’ a whole lot of ammunition, yeah Now we having a whole lot of hammers with me, yeah [Verse 3: YFN Lucci & YFN Trae Pound] Drum, draco holding a drum n***a we got plenty drums Two two three got drums n***a We pull up with drums, where you from n***a? Yeah if you ain’t from ‘round here you better not come n***a, yeah Balmain with them shines in ‘em Know we riding with ‘em Probably never ride rental, only if we slidin’ in ‘em, yeah We got so many Glocks, three fifty-seven blocks Three fifty-seven pops, and everybody drops You already know what’s happening ho Pull up with like twenty MACS like we robbed the Apple Store Fill a n***a up with the pump like we in Amoco Rapper of the year, slayin’ trapper of the year I get that pack, it disappear See this the fastest one right here And I don’t like to front, but yeah my engine in the rear If I get mentioned in you k**ed Big fence around the crib, I got your pension in my ear Keep your distance, I don’t feel ya Aye Pound got that AR, and that R8 Know I’m in that I8 with that 308, don’t violate Broad day, shootout broad day We can go all day I go to sleep, wake up the same way