Heavy artillery, aint come to wrestle
Bro gotta move wit his hand on the metal
The glock for the opp, its gon pop like some kettle
Led in that bitch like a motherf*ckin pencil
He wanna beef but he not on my level
I look at this nigga like he was a speckle
They know that my flow not the same and its special
The way that i beat on the bass and the treble
I gotta win so the score could be settle
The blood in my veins, but the goon in my vessel
The way that she ride on my dick like a pedal
That bitch wanted the pressure
Got sent to the devil
My niggas the niggas thats you wanna be
Thats why they gon shoot and go stupid fa me
We smoking on gas but the tank is E
Hotboxing the crib, witcha bitch on her knees
The crew or the label we GS & G
F*cking wit me
You gotta see
I be up thinking bout A to Z
Niggas be snitching wit the pleas, same niggas be police
They think ion read it, but really i see
Niggas is plotting on dropping on me, I gotta move like im serving a key
Call a thot from the block, she be topping, its free
Not really fa you, she do it fa me
I'm really the nigga that hoes wanna see
Rappers dont even like f*cking wit me cause i hop on they track and i leave it deceased
Not really my problem if you pay the fee
Come wit some heat if you battling me, each of my flows like a 50 a piece
Heavy artillery, aint come to wrestle
Bro gotta move wit his hand on the metal
The glock for the opp, its gon pop like some kettle
Led in that bitch like a motherf*ckin pencil
He wanna beef but he not on my level
I look at this nigga like he was a speckle
They know that my flow not the same and its special
The way that i beat on the bass and the treble
I gotta win so the score could be settle
The blood in my veins, but the goon in my vessel
The way that she ride on my dick like a pedal
That bitch wanted the pressure
Got sent to the devil
Ima ride wit yo bitch and then f*ck in the back
Ignorant flow, ignorant rap
I don't give a f*ck why you talking bout that
Cause that bitch keep on talking bout shit
From the past
She shoulda mentioned that she done got passed
Started as Swankk, now they calling me Cashh
When i started off plotting on doing this rap
All of them other lil niggas would laugh, now they be f*cking wit me, its a fact
I done came up from the bottom of that, guarantee when i f*ck ima pull out her tracks
And i made her a star, put the pussy on maps, cam in her face, when she giving me cap
The head so prolific, she told me relax
The way that she did it, I took me a nap
I run to the money, im doing a lap
Im tryna turn a lil roll to a stack, Im wit the gang and we smoking on thrax
Whatever we say is the truth and its fax, nigga you pussy,
We know you just rap
Heavy artillery, aint come to wrestle
Bro gotta move wit his hand on the metal
The glock for the opp, its gon pop like some kettle
Led in that bitch like a motherf*ckin pencil
He wanna beef but he not on my level
I look at this nigga like he was a speckle
They know that my flow not the same and its special
The way that i beat on the bass and the treble
I gotta win so the score could be settle
The blood in my veins, but the goon in my vessel
The way that she ride on my dick like a pedal
That bitch wanted the pressure
Got sent to the devil
GSG Cashh - Heavy Artillery Lyrics
GSG Cashh - Heavy Artillery Lyrics
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Heavy artillery, aint come to wrestle
Bro gotta move wit his hand on the metal
The glock for the opp, its gon pop like some kettle
Led in that bitch like a motherf*ckin pencil
He wanna beef but he not on my level
I look at this nigga like he was a speckle
They know that my flow not the same and its special
The way that i beat on the bass and the treble
I gotta win so the score could be settle
The blood in my veins, but the goon in my vessel
The way that she ride on my dick like a pedal
That bitch wanted the pressure
Got sent to the devil
My niggas the niggas thats you wanna be
Thats why they gon shoot and go stupid fa me
We smoking on gas but the tank is E
Hotboxing the crib, witcha bitch on her knees
The crew or the label we GS & G
F*cking wit me
You gotta see
I be up thinking bout A to Z
Niggas be snitching wit the pleas, same niggas be police
They think ion read it, but really i see
Niggas is plotting on dropping on me, I gotta move like im serving a key
Call a thot from the block, she be topping, its free
Not really fa you, she do it fa me
I'm really the nigga that hoes wanna see
Rappers dont even like f*cking wit me cause i hop on they track and i leave it deceased
Not really my problem if you pay the fee
Come wit some heat if you battling me, each of my flows like a 50 a piece
Heavy artillery, aint come to wrestle
Bro gotta move wit his hand on the metal
The glock for the opp, its gon pop like some kettle
Led in that bitch like a motherf*ckin pencil
He wanna beef but he not on my level
I look at this nigga like he was a speckle
They know that my flow not the same and its special
The way that i beat on the bass and the treble
I gotta win so the score could be settle
The blood in my veins, but the goon in my vessel
The way that she ride on my dick like a pedal
That bitch wanted the pressure
Got sent to the devil
Ima ride wit yo bitch and then f*ck in the back
Ignorant flow, ignorant rap
I don't give a f*ck why you talking bout that
Cause that bitch keep on talking bout shit
From the past
She shoulda mentioned that she done got passed
Started as Swankk, now they calling me Cashh
When i started off plotting on doing this rap
All of them other lil niggas would laugh, now they be f*cking wit me, its a fact
I done came up from the bottom of that, guarantee when i f*ck ima pull out her tracks
And i made her a star, put the pussy on maps, cam in her face, when she giving me cap
The head so prolific, she told me relax
The way that she did it, I took me a nap
I run to the money, im doing a lap
Im tryna turn a lil roll to a stack, Im wit the gang and we smoking on thrax
Whatever we say is the truth and its fax, nigga you pussy,
We know you just rap
Heavy artillery, aint come to wrestle
Bro gotta move wit his hand on the metal
The glock for the opp, its gon pop like some kettle
Led in that bitch like a motherf*ckin pencil
He wanna beef but he not on my level
I look at this nigga like he was a speckle
They know that my flow not the same and its special
The way that i beat on the bass and the treble
I gotta win so the score could be settle
The blood in my veins, but the goon in my vessel
The way that she ride on my dick like a pedal
That bitch wanted the pressure
Got sent to the devil
Bro gotta move wit his hand on the metal
The glock for the opp, its gon pop like some kettle
Led in that bitch like a motherf*ckin pencil
He wanna beef but he not on my level
I look at this nigga like he was a speckle
They know that my flow not the same and its special
The way that i beat on the bass and the treble
I gotta win so the score could be settle
The blood in my veins, but the goon in my vessel
The way that she ride on my dick like a pedal
That bitch wanted the pressure
Got sent to the devil
My niggas the niggas thats you wanna be
Thats why they gon shoot and go stupid fa me
We smoking on gas but the tank is E
Hotboxing the crib, witcha bitch on her knees
The crew or the label we GS & G
F*cking wit me
You gotta see
I be up thinking bout A to Z
Niggas be snitching wit the pleas, same niggas be police
They think ion read it, but really i see
Niggas is plotting on dropping on me, I gotta move like im serving a key
Call a thot from the block, she be topping, its free
Not really fa you, she do it fa me
I'm really the nigga that hoes wanna see
Rappers dont even like f*cking wit me cause i hop on they track and i leave it deceased
Not really my problem if you pay the fee
Come wit some heat if you battling me, each of my flows like a 50 a piece
Heavy artillery, aint come to wrestle
Bro gotta move wit his hand on the metal
The glock for the opp, its gon pop like some kettle
Led in that bitch like a motherf*ckin pencil
He wanna beef but he not on my level
I look at this nigga like he was a speckle
They know that my flow not the same and its special
The way that i beat on the bass and the treble
I gotta win so the score could be settle
The blood in my veins, but the goon in my vessel
The way that she ride on my dick like a pedal
That bitch wanted the pressure
Got sent to the devil
Ima ride wit yo bitch and then f*ck in the back
Ignorant flow, ignorant rap
I don't give a f*ck why you talking bout that
Cause that bitch keep on talking bout shit
From the past
She shoulda mentioned that she done got passed
Started as Swankk, now they calling me Cashh
When i started off plotting on doing this rap
All of them other lil niggas would laugh, now they be f*cking wit me, its a fact
I done came up from the bottom of that, guarantee when i f*ck ima pull out her tracks
And i made her a star, put the pussy on maps, cam in her face, when she giving me cap
The head so prolific, she told me relax
The way that she did it, I took me a nap
I run to the money, im doing a lap
Im tryna turn a lil roll to a stack, Im wit the gang and we smoking on thrax
Whatever we say is the truth and its fax, nigga you pussy,
We know you just rap
Heavy artillery, aint come to wrestle
Bro gotta move wit his hand on the metal
The glock for the opp, its gon pop like some kettle
Led in that bitch like a motherf*ckin pencil
He wanna beef but he not on my level
I look at this nigga like he was a speckle
They know that my flow not the same and its special
The way that i beat on the bass and the treble
I gotta win so the score could be settle
The blood in my veins, but the goon in my vessel
The way that she ride on my dick like a pedal
That bitch wanted the pressure
Got sent to the devil
Writer: Tony Jules
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid