Happy Hour - Armageddon

Yea
I'm keeping my five fingers up upon my mano
Rambo
I'm back with the guns like the whites from El Dorado
Follow the leader
Cause if you don't you might not know where to lead ya
Self worth

Ay girl
I know you feel it baby
I see all
Although the feelings tend to
Lock on
Aim on my missiles ready
Arm yourself
Get ready for Armageddon

Ay girl
I know you feel it baby
I see all
Although the feelings tend to
Lock on
Aim on my missiles ready
Arm yourself
Get ready for Armageddon

(Ay)
Only fucking with you cause you fucking with my steez
Cutting all my ties like I only rock the Tee's
Fresh outfit you can call me Mr. Clean
Massaging this dick like I'm fucking up a she
It's a bar
So you can understand
We the Double H Boys
But we still the man
Other rappers Dyson
They can be our fans
We are all rising suns
Call us japan

(Okay)
I'm the second coming
Niggas ain't talkin' Jesus
Just to clarify
We ain't throwin' shade for believers
Next wave
Real nigga versus facetious
Fraudulent niggas often perceive us
As the only niggas with the bars and the groove that drives them beneath us
Killin' all these rappers
Got 'em yellin' out free us
Armageddon's coming, my nigga we huntin', feed us
If everybody next
Fuck it, my nigga TZT up

Ay girl
I know you feel it baby
I see all
Although the feelings tend to
Lock on
Aim on my missiles ready
Arm yourself
Get ready for Armageddon

Ay girl
I know you feel it baby
I see all
Although the feelings tend to
Lock on
Aim on my missiles ready
Arm yourself
Get ready for Armageddon

Ay girl
I know you feel it baby
I see all
Although the feelings tend to
Lock on
Aim on my missiles ready
Arm yourself
Get ready for Armageddon

This shit ain't a game it's a war we gon' win
We the goated kingpins
Charging up I'm rushing in
I'm with my kin
We got the Happy Hour revolution
Start the execution
Shadow clone and substitution
'Bout to bodies niggas up like Madara
All of ya
Jaw dropping
Big gulping y'all bitches scared it's so obvious
Nah bitch
You want ready for this like I'm bombing ya
K6
Be coming to eat this shit like I'm starving ya

Let's go
Five fingers up
Ten toes down
That's the Happy Hour yea we coming for the crown
Break it down
Fuckin' with niggas you know we causin' Armageddon
I'm bussin' that shit up because ya boy is pressing issues
They want war it end in tissues
A wrist-full
You throw shots they yellin' missed you
I hit you
Split yo dome it ends fistfuls of tears
But hey look at least you had no fear

Ay girl
I know you feel it baby
I see all
Although the feelings tend to
Lock on
Aim on my missiles ready
Arm yourself
Get ready for Armageddon

Ay girl
I know you feel it baby
I see all
Although the feelings tend to
Lock on
Aim on my missiles ready
Arm yourself
Get ready for Armageddon

Ay girl
I know you feel it baby
I see all
Although the feelings tend to
Lock on
Aim on my missiles ready
Arm yourself
Get ready for Armageddon

Ay girl
I know you feel it baby
I see all
Although the feelings tend to
Lock on
Aim on my missiles ready
Arm yourself
Get ready for Armageddon

Written by:
Angel Casillas, Donyea Jenkins, Issac Carri, Kevin Holland

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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