Mossberg versuri

Versuri BONES – Mossberg lyrics

I make ‘em weep, when I creep, with that two-tone Glock
Ridin’ up the block, profit in my sock
Make ‘em leap, when I tweak with that Mossberg pump
Slippin’ get you popped, now you in the trunk, locked
Let the car burn and I let the weapon drop
Rubber gloves, no prints, never gettin’ caught
Death to my opposition, life up in my blunt
Purgatory clips got you caught up in a rut
Stuck between a rock and a hard place
Not enough evidence to ever, ever charge me
Should’ve never started me
Baby, don’t you bother me
Lunatic, you losin’ it, but I already lost it, P

Once I get to clickin’, motherfucker, ain’t no range then
Blunts get to rollin’, bitch was fiendin’, I’mma bring it back
Once I get to clickin’, motherfucker, ain’t no range then
Blunts get to rollin’, bitch was fiendin’, I’mma bring it back

Sittin’ in the crib, rollin’ doubles up (Doubles up)
Thinkin’ about them K2 days, it fucked my stomach up
Grippin’ on that Calico, M950, bitch
M59, slowly dyin’ like I’m Whitney, bitch
New Edition bumpin’ out the trunk, I whip and flip a bitch
Spin the block, load it, cock back, I’m finna hit this shit
Arm hangin’ out the window, gleamin’ from the Roley wrist
Mask to my face, I hit the limit, bullets limitless
I ain’t the one to play with, you step up, I get to sprayin’
I’m swangin’ like a mace, touchin’ rocks like a fuckin’ Pagan
I’m on a mission, I’m with it ‘till the fuckin’ dig-in
Sunrise, sunset, always keep the stainless

Once I get to clickin’, motherfucker, ain’t no range then
Blunts get to rollin’, bitch was fiendin’, I’mma bring it back
Once I get to clickin’, motherfucker, ain’t no range then
Blunts get to rollin’, bitch was fiendin’, I’mma bring it back