Studio Ton - Tha Bullet lyrics

Sittin on the shelf, they got me stuck up in this box Choppin it up with the homies, havin visions of a Glock 17 n***as on my team can't wait to fill clip up We jumpin out the barrel with my n***as, shootin sh** up See under niner ross, black talon, hollow tips flow Aim me at the chest, I'm makin sure that vest don't get no love Ain't even breathin, leave the body sh**tin like a seagull See I'm illegal, I got pockets like that ? eagle F**kin around with me is danger, I'm talkin sh** Tryin to brainwash the trigger when I'm in the chamber Don't give a f**k if it's a accident or on purpose When I'm comin out the chamber, fool it's just inservice Don't get nervous when you see what I do I love to hit the target, and when I'm breakin that skin, ooh Travel through his heart, ricochét off the nearest bone Rip his insides up, shatter his spine, now I'm gone Layin by the body, waitin for the FEDS Swoop me up for evidence, then I'm just some melted led It ain't no thang, got me back where I started In a box, with my homies, waitin for my next target Ha ha ha, the mothaf**kin bullet Shootin up sh** everywhere Every city in every state Don't give a f**k about who when the bullet fly The only thought that's on my mind is "die n***a, die" Ha ha ha But what do ya know, looks like I'm 'bout to be purchased again I seen a n***a ask for them black talons and grin It won't be long 'til they let me loose Got me in the clip, drinkin Gin with no f**kin juice It's goin down, I know they ridin on some fools tonight Hit the lights, squeeze the trigger, send me on my flight Don't give a f**k about who I hit when I fly The only thought that's on my mind is "die n***a, die" Women and children and babies, I know it's crazy See I'm a bullet, it's my job, man that sh** don't faze me Even the hand that's on the trigger get shot too Wherever the barrel aiming at, that's who I end up smokin fool Don't get it twisted, I got no love for none of y'all Got to dig a tunnel through your head, and watch the body fall Just shoot and I'mma do the rest I love givin young n***as cardiac arrests Bullet-proof n***as, I go up in 'em quickly The ambulance picked him up with sh** all in his Dickies Just co*k the Glock, put your finger on the trigger, pull it And make a mothaf**ka feel the bullet Ha ha ha, yeah Another victim of these mothaf**kin bullets Once we pull the trigger, don't get nervous 'cause it's instant mothaf**kin service Ha ha ha, yeah Breakin fools off every-mothaf**kin-day Ha ha ha Up out the chamber, it's that sneaky mothaf**ka creepin You heard a shot but didn't know until the blood was leakin Up out your chest, you seen your flesh was a bloody mess Dropped down on your knees, and ran outta breath Sentanced to your d**h Got hit by the wig splittin, shirt rippin, pistol wippin n***a Catchin 'em slippin when they set trippin Dippin and dabbin, you n***as know who I am, and Can't be f**kin with them faulty heaters that be jammin I love to fly and when they jam, I can't come out and kick it Just pick a target, point me at it and see how quick I hit it Droppin bodies by the dozens, in and out your cousins I'm burnin n***as like a oven, givin up no lovin ? with my dogs, ridin in a 50 round clip Ready to make the hit, talkin long sh**, b**h Hit the floor before I hit the door and split ya with some heat Take your head and leave your body in the street As I creep, up on my next mothaf**kin victim Sweep him off his feet, pull the trigger, let me sick him Hit him high, hit him low, you know how it go Put your finger on the trigger, pull it, the mothaf**kin bullet Ha ha ha, the mothaf**kin bullet Mobbin through your hood and takin head Showin no mothaf**kin remorse We don't give a f**k about you The bullet, ha ha ha Sprayin up sh** everywhere we go Don't give a f**k, layin men 6 feet on the regular Ha ha ha