Z-Ro

Z-Ro - M-16 lyrics

rate me

(feat. Mike D & Dougie D)

[Hook:]

M-16, I'm reloading my magazine

And I will murder, every bumper clot run

Keep my hand, on my gun

Whooooa

[Mike D:]

Don't worry, the Hogg gon get it cracking round here

And I know I'm talking loud enough, for all y'all to hear

This H-Town Texas, we ain't breeding no homos

Get a banger to you matrix style, trick in slow-mo

I'm the gun range stayer, 45 payer

No question where I'm from, cause I'm a Southside Playa

Got juice by the gallo', earvoes by the layer

Rubberband every thou', 3rd Ward youngest Mayor

Extended clips extra drums, for the K and the calico

Catch bag for the A-R, wet up your whole car

You talking like you want it, but you really don't want war

It's reg baby, in battlefield go

I'm out on two bonds, and parole don't know

So have your heart right trick, when you stepping to Mike D

I'ma b-braid your hair, then reload the magazine

Hit you with sixteen, then flee the murder scene

[Hook]

[Vicious:]

Now of the situation get sticky, I got this nigga playing thirty eight

A snub nose, that'll increase the murder rate

I heard they hating on a nigga, but I'm use to em

I sent this message by this bitch, to break the news to him

That y'all done fucked, with the wrong one

I got short patience, and a long gun

And I don't talk shit, I spark's it and I bust brains

And I don't play, no fucking games

Nigga I could make it happen, while you popping that shit

Squeeze a trigga, till ery'body drop in this bitch

Ain't no stopping this shit, once it get's to jumping

You get my heart pumping, the adrenaline pumping

I see me dumping, on motherfuckers

Empty the clip, and get to stomping a motherfucker

And I won't be disrespected, by none of these youngsters

I got my hand I got pass, I got a trunk bitch a liver pump

[Hook]

[Z-Ro:]

Is it me glock 40, pump-pump-pump-pump nope

Is it me 45, pump-pump-pump-pump nope

Is it me 3-57, pump-pump-pump-pump nope

Me M16, taping off the murder scene

Inhaling potent doja, with muddy cup of codeine

Me people don't even play me close, cause them don't know me

Me don't want no company, me kick it with me lonely

And will murder anyone of you snitches, run up on me

But my grandmother didn't raise a killer, she raised up a Christian

But the fact that I was already down, and people kept kicking

Made me crazy, that's why I got no love for nobody lately

And I told y'all once before, none of my weapons have a safety

Ru-run up on me once, I'ma beat your ass down

Ru-run up on me twice, I'ma heat your ass down

Place you in another dimension, nobody can see you now

Rest in peace, I'm the king of the streets yeah

[Hook x2]

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