Correction Lyrics Ammunition by Kodak Black

Featuring(s) : NFL Tuewop

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[Intro]
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[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I was standin' over a nigga, tryna find the benders
Corner graphin', like "Lil bruh, don't even kill 'em"
I got my heat on me right now, in the studio, chillin'
I'm rockin' VLONE and the V stands for very vicious
I got the grip, I got the whips, I got plenty bitches
I got sticks, I got clips, I'm havin' ammunition
Tell me how you wanna play it, I'ma get with you
'Cause I'm gon' find out where you stay and I'ma pay a visit

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
This an AR, but I hit a nigga close distance
In the middle of the KR, 'cause I'm comfortable when I'm in the trenches
I can eat or spend a band or I'ma spend a ticket
But either way, a nigga play, then he fuckin' get it
I'm a snipe, I get my man or his necessary
Me and Syk, jumped out the bands, went to jumpin' fences
And we ski's with the reas', all black dickin'
Fuck you mean? I got Zs, we in Mississippi
Don't get yolked, we'll rope a nigga, like we linchin'
This that smoke that make you choke and leave niggas twitchin'
I got four-wheelers and Benji's, Rovers and Bentleys
I'm gon' stand over a nigga, let him see me grinnin'
Three-hundred a show and spent a hundred on the pendant
Just ten minutes ago and I be already bendin'
I'm gon' light me somethin' up, this ain't no fuckin' image
You know they call me Kodak, I might fuck around and film it

[Verse 2: NFL Tuewop]
Make a nigga bend before you kill him, that shit a tradition
Blood in my eyes, on vulture mode, she fuckin' with my vision
I ain't droppin' no water, I'ma slang this dope and chase 'em out, it's tennis
And we strictly headshots, ARP blow off the nigga fitted
Bendin' blocks, sell a nigga dope, like a Jehovah witness
Lil' Tuewop, livin' life like a stripper, on all these poles, keep titties
The boss say it's smoke, we slice your throat, real cutthroat committee
Hollow dug in his face, ate 'em, ew, ew, gave him a buck fifty
We got armed and pills around, hella ammunition
Kidnappin' niggas in broad day, you know this shit get wicked
Done before this honor, mob ties, forever stand on business
Still in souls, thief in the night, reaper of the trenches

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