7.62

[Verse 1]
I run up in the club shoot that fucking bitch up
7.62 hit yo fucking bus up
Fuck henny I'm sippin whiskey bitch I'm real gritty
Foenem turn to foe, Civil War what a pitty
I got AR's flipping in the mothaFucking City
I'm in Iraq with the sack pistol pack I never lack
Satchel Mac full auto weapons that attack
Gatling Gats , spitting out bullets like a Mac
Gatling gats, turn my oppositions into packs
An If I call you pussy nigga just know I'm speaking straight facts
An I'll Kill yo family members an like Madonna I'm leaving gaps

[Verse 2]
I Run up in the club shoot that fucking bitch up
7.62 no pulse was up?
Shoot yo baby mama and that whore that yall birthed
Light that booster seat up with hollows fuck nigga I'm cursed
Run up in yo trap with an FN90 bitch
Talking all that shit finna get you slumped bitch
Ya Full auto Glocks make you running man and shit
Ya AR's with trigger flips and bump stock shit
And I feel like hitler I got axis on all fronts and shit
I'm in linden selling weapons to all the felons and shit
An we got monkey nuts on AR's so you know we with the shits
Might fuck around and Turn High Street into the Dan Ryan and shit

[Hook]
I run up in the club shoot that fucking bitch up
7.62 wet yo fucking crib up
187 Crow nigga what the fucks up?
ISIL born Nukka im finna fuck shit up
I run up in the club shoot that fucking bitch up
7.62 wet yo fucking crib up
187 Crow nigga what the fucks up?
ISIL born Nukka im finna fuck shit up