AR-15 Lyrics – Bloodhound Lil Jeff

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[Chorus]
I’m in L.A. like I’m a Laker, AR-15 shoot like A. Reaves, yeah
I’m gon’ slime you out (Brrt), better watch your back ’cause you sow what you reap
We been got that get back for Z (You know that)
When we jump out, we quick on feet (You know that)
He tried to run, he got Ricky’d (Brrt)
Stand over him, face shots ID
I treat the bird every high-speed
N!ggas be bapping, they police (Uh-huh)
I hit his ho, bust on her teeth (You know that)
Killing s*it fun, do it with ease
She tryna trap with a baby (I can’t)
Thirty-five shot Glock stick, KD
His ass a rat, he bit the cheese (He did)
Amiri jeans stuffed with blue cheese (You know that)

[Verse]
His ass an actor, not a factor, he a fu*king wannabe
N!ggas be acting like they clapping, they ass just wanna be seen
SRT beat up the street (Skrrt), won’t throw my pole, that just ain’t me
Ain’t want his ho, she was on me (She was)
I ain’t gon’ lie, she got good throat, that pu*sy wet, that b!tch a freak
Smack Breado up like Will Smith (Damn)
Had a switch when he smacked Chris (Uh-huh)
Glock 27 spit, don’t glitch (Brrt, brrt)
Fifty rounds with a switch
When they slid, they shot and missed
When we slide, bounce out and blitz
DOA, another vic’
You shoot out cars, you a b!tch (B!tch)
You dropped your gun on a hit (Damn)
He got the ups, his blick ain’t blow (Uh-uh)
We put s*it below the floor
.300 Blackout with a scope
I drink orange juice with no pulp (I don’t)
So high right now, feel like I’m floating (Damn)
Don’t say my name, turn s*it to ghosts, yeah

Now your mama sitting front row (You know that)
I don’t play games, I’m not a joke (Uh-uh)
We tap heads, split n!ggas’ dome
Draco missiles breaking bones
Too hot, on fire, in my zone
(B!tch, too hot, on fire, in my zone, brrt)

[Chorus]
I’m in L.A. like I’m a Laker, AR-15 shoot like A. Reaves
I’m gon’ slime you out, better watch your back ’cause you sow what you reap
We been got that get back for Z (You know that)
When we jump out, we quick on feet (You know that)
He tried to run, he got Ricky’d
Stand over him, face shots ID
I treat the bird every high-speed
N!ggas be bapping, they police
I hit his ho, bust on her teeth
Killing s*it fun, do it with ease
She tryna trap with a baby
Thirty-five shot Glock stick, KD
His ass a rat, he bit the cheese
Amiri jeans stuffed with blue cheese (B!tch)

[Outro]
His ass a rat, he bit the cheese
Thirty-five shot Glock stick, KD
His ass a rat, he bit the cheese
Amiri jeans stuffed with blue cheese