Twista - Artillery lyrics

(feat. Todd Nitty) Restraint! Artilerry motherf**er, legit balling b**h but don't get it twisted Ain't no hoes over here Yeah, we got guns n***a, aimed at all you hating b**hes From K-Town to the Manor, Holy City to the Wild Hundreds The war is on, and all my k**ers is riding Todd Nitty, what you got for these hoes (click...clock...blast) [Todd Nitty] I got that 9 double M glock, with the infrared beam dot Aiming at your knot, making your heart stop Yelling out "f** Tha Po" who some call it 5-0 Better look out for when they pull that kick door Nothing but gangstas, thats all who I hang with Slanging them thangs with, came up in the game with The f**ing hood rats, because them some broke hoes Me get a rich b**h and stick her for her dough The Manor in that K-Town, thats how we put it down Letting off fifty rounds, thats how our sh** sound Artillery up the a**, scullies and ski masks 9's and bubble masks, gunning at your a** Motherf**ing street thugs, legit ballers Money and the power, moving that flour Taking no shorts and taking no losses Hauling n***as a**es off in coffins with that.. [hook] One, two, three, 45.'s, Six, seven, eight, nine milli-meter Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump n***a [4x] A n***a riding with stealers, hustlers, k**ers all my life Legit Ballers b**h, don't even try to f** with us gangsta's Because we some mobstas You come with that bullsh**, then p**y I'll pop ya' See it's that n***a Todd Nitty, that be squeezing triggers like b**hes titties Who is it, the most left on n***a, they crept on n***a, with that teflon n***a And it went BLOW! BLOW! body bag that b**h Sent his a** to the morgue with the rest of them snitches I heat 'em up like a motherf**ing Newport Left his a** with more holes than a golf course What you thought boy, I'm from that 9th Ward Where them stories are true about them Manor boys How we leaving 'em, bleedin' and crawling on the ground Like he's a dead n***a now [hook] I got that love for my n***a Twist, for aid and a**istance He told me holsters, caught him up in some bullsh** Don't even trips though, I'm heading in your route Soon as I roll up, we puttin' they lights out Poppin' a clip in, with one in the chamber [Twista] Finna' ride on a stranger, put the hoes life in danger [Todd Nitty] Started letting off hollows, straight through they car door [Twista] I'm a G from Chicago, pull the game weightless where I go [Todd Nitty] Bustin' pistols with laser injects, putting holes in they Avarex [Twista] Going straight through your tailored vests, now it's you or your neighbor next [Todd Nitty] Now we got your boy tied up, to the hideout we ride up [Twista] They gonna show us the stash-pot, with the little handles side up [Todd Nitty] Took the money and lello, and thats hwo the day goes [Twista] Get the bankroll, gotta gank hoes, and I got the 44. Time to leave finna' go Hit 'em with that... [hook]