Bandz Da Breash - Got My Weapon

(Uh uh uh), Big stepping
(Uh uh uh), I got my weapon
(Uh uh uh), These opps I’m catching
(Uh uh uh), The Glock 9 wets em
(Uh uh uh), Smith and Wesson
(Uh uh uh), Bitch you guessed it
(Uh uh uh), Ran down I’m jetting
(Uh uh uh), You get the message
He wanted smoke I ran down he ain’t roll it up, he show two colors, that’s mixxy matching
I be wit’ scammers they fuck wit’ Da Breash & I fuck wit’ em too cause it’s gets me fashions
You got a bank or want fendi glasses
You got a piece or wan’ send me passwords
I’m tryna win they wan’ send me backwards
No papers & fronto then get me backwoods
I’m tryna roll up yo light that zozz up
She sucking me so sloppy and her eyes up
Killing her puss I can tell by her posture
Crack her open my meat out that’s a lobster
I’m no street nigga no I am a mobster
He wildin’ out but I’m really the monster
They not like me they don’t get they knots up
They not like me simply I live and prosper
Her nigga say she won’t be shit he mocks her
I be inside her mind I am her doctor
She say she love me so I gotta watch her
But she confused so that stupid shit blocks her
She put on a show and screaming like opera
But this a different genre
For my soul fuck these commas up
Smoke em like marijuana
(Uh uh uh), Big stepping
(Uh uh uh), I got my weapon
(Uh uh uh), These opps I’m catching
(Uh uh uh), The Glock 9 wets em
(Uh uh uh), Smith and Wesson
(Uh uh uh), Bitch you guessed it
(Uh uh uh), Ran down I’m jetting
(Uh uh uh), You get the message
He wanted smoke I ran down he ain’t roll it up, he show two colors, that’s mixxy matching
I be wit’ scammers they fuck wit’ Da Breash & I fuck wit’ em too cause it’s gets me fashions
You got a bank or want Fendi glasses
You got a piece or wan’ send me passwords
I’m tryna win they wan’ send me backwards
No papers & fronto then get me backwoods
Ima need a couple thousand dollars ima get it, get a bag and blow the party up because I said it
Why the fuck you not balling because you weak sauce, on our paths we cross, smoke em 93 unleaded
Ima slide like conveyor belts I’m coming nigga
Ima ride like the mayor ‘cept I am busting triggers
I know in my heart if I do what I gotta do niggas will still feel I’m pussy nigga
I’m ready to kill, yea ima shoot a nigga
Swear I’d rather build but ima do the nigga
Turn you to a meal and ima gluten nigga
Bread turn you ill now that is gluten nigga
This ice on me chill cause I’ma hooping nigga
She suck til I’m still, she got recoop a nigga
And she make me better that is lucrative
Her lil body the field and be juking niggas like
(Uh uh uh), Big stepping
(Uh uh uh), I got my weapon
(Uh uh uh), These opps I’m catching
(Uh uh uh), The Glock 9 wets em
(Uh uh uh), Smith and Wesson
(Uh uh uh), Bitch you guessed it
(Uh uh uh), Ran down I’m jetting
(Uh uh uh), You get the message
Touchdown on the block, I got maneuver niggas
They thinking I’m sleep, I’m not a snoozing nigga
I’m watching ya moves, you move like loser niggas
By loser mean yo’ life kinda thru my nigga
By loser mean yo’ life kinda thru my nigga
By kinda thru I mean time is due my nigga
They biting my style I am suing niggas
They biting my style, Zamusu’n niggas
I got the path and I’m balling now
All these bad bitches they calling now
I step, I’m seen and they falling out
I been knew this would happen, what that’s all about
They do not get what I say has been happening
They prolly think I’m pretentious and babbling
But I can’t let that stop me I’m not having it
Pray with one knee on the ground, Colin Kaepernick
I am not sweet, I smoke too much sour
You want my heart, open up my chest you can have it
I’m in and out of love just like a shower
I’m in and out of love full metal jacket I be
(Uh uh uh), Big stepping
(Uh uh uh), I got my weapon
(Uh uh uh), These opps I’m catching
(Uh uh uh), The Glock 9 wets em
(Uh uh uh), Smith and Wesson
(Uh uh uh), Bitch you guessed it
(Uh uh uh), Ran down I’m jetting
(Uh uh uh), You get the message
He wanted smoke I ran down he ain’t roll it up, he show two colors, that’s mixxy matching
I be wit’ scammers they fuck wit’ Da Breash & I fuck wit’ em too cause it’s gets me fashions
You got a bank or want fendi glasses
You got a piece or wan’ send me passwords
I’m tryna win they wan’ send me backwards
No papers & fronto then get me backwoods
(Uh uh uh), Big stepping
(Uh uh uh), I got my weapon
(Uh uh uh), These opps I’m catching
(Uh uh uh), The Glock 9 wets em
(Uh uh uh), Smith and Wesson
(Uh uh uh), Bitch you guessed it
(Uh uh uh), Ran down I’m jetting
(Uh uh uh), You get the message
He wanted smoke I ran down he ain’t roll it up, he show two colors, that’s mixxy matching
I be wit’ scammers they fuck wit’ Da Breash & I fuck wit’ em too cause it’s gets me fashions
You got a bank or want fendi glasses
You got a piece or wan’ send me passwords
I’m tryna win they wan’ send me backwards
No papers & fronto then get me backwoods

Written by:
Damann Bogle

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