Magazine

[Intro]
All these bullets in this magazine
AR shoot like Michael Jordan, this bitch hold .223s
Bitch, I'm Texas made, I'm rockin' Dickies and a tall tee
'Bout to catch a play anytime that Philippe call me

[Verse 1]
I damn near blew that pig head off, now they wanna off me
Quit grabbin' on my dick, that's not a gun, why you assault me?
Aye, what if I pull up to yo family house
And treat yo family shit the same way that y'all did my mammy house?

[Hook]
I just [?] a whole 180 gram with a carbon 15
(All these bullets in this magazine)
If you play with me, you duckin' infrared beams
(AR shoot like Michael Jordan, this bitch hold .223s)

[Verse 2]
I told momma that I gotta get it
It's still work on the table, guess I gotta flip it
It ain't shit to get it gone because there's [?]
[?] problems long in it
Y'all fucked up with the wrong nigga, we can't get along with 'em
Used to be a dome-splitter but my homies still dome niggas
Let me watch out what I'm sayin' on this phone, nigga
'Cause 12 tappin' shit, they don't wanna see me home, nigga