Mouchwa Sal

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[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
I put the pen down
As I write another sin down
Spit an M round
Tha God and Hommy puttin’ gems down
Countin’ up casualties pressed
The heat twinkle in your face? You seein’ flashes of death
I’m a gunslingin’ alcoholic, it’s hard to call it
These weak niggas try to stall it
Your bitch ass clappin', I had to applaud it
The paper trail, we had to audit
Make sure the skrilla clean like Mister
I’m tryna push the platinum Fisker
These streets is wicked as Hitler
So my heart is more cold as I walk these winters
Now it’s summer, and the temperature’s risin’
Niggas applying, these raw raps could look around the world, but you ain’t findin’
No internet connection

[Chorus: JuJu Gotti]
Bandanas on the hammers
Bandanas on the hammers
Bandanas on the hammers
Bandanas on the hammers
Bandanas on the hammers
Bandanas on the hammers
Bandanas on the hammers
Bandanas on the hammers

[Verse 2: Mach-Hommy]