Calico - Tote Missiles lyrics

HOOK: 4x (Calico) All my n***as, they'll bang on site Strapped up with them 30's / We can shoot, we can fight Fucc talking b**h n***a / U ain't pulling triggas My clips stayed extended, All my homies Tote Missiles Verse 1: (Michael Valeone) I can't fake, I'm too real for this This G sh**, see I'm built for this I done been in the kitchen, working with a bricc Guess what cuz, I put this on the 6 U standing tall, u acting hard as if u was some kind of G I got an AK, a mini 14, that'll chop ur a** down like a tree See one night on the Gangster stroll I was on the grind to get my poccets swoll I just left the trap & I ain't coming bacc Til my poccets fat with them peel baccs My Cadillac Beats By DeVille Michael Valeone King Of The Hill I'm the trillest of trill, I'm the realest of real Homie that's how the fucc I feel b**h clicc clacc, clicc, pow pow U laying in ur favorite color now I gotta put on & rep my hood So I can make my G's proud I smoke loud, u still quiet Insane like the Watts riot I'm Mike G, I'm GD, I keep it G, & I get violent I been this way since the nineties Tryna change but its hard to do If u see me, salute or shoot My heart is blacc, my tongue is blue U know that I'm fool, so don't give me a tool Ridin' through ur hood & I'm busting at u Shoot up the place almost like it was cool Disrespect me u broke one of the rules HOOK:4x (Calico) All my n***as, they'll bang on site Strapped up with them 30's / We can shoot, we can fight Fucc talking b**h n***a / U ain't pulling triggas My clips stayed extended, All my homies Tote Missiles