- Celly Cel Tha Bullet 歌詞
- Celly Cel
- Sittin on the shelf, they got me stuck up in this box
Choppin it up with the homies, havin visions of a glock 17
****** on my team cant wait to fill clip up
We jumpin out the barrel with my ******, shootin **** up
See under niner ross, black talon, hollow tips flow
Aim me at the chest, Im makin sure that vest dont get no love
Aint even breathin, leave the body ****tin like a seagull
See Im illegal, I got pockets like that ? eagle
****in around with me is danger, Im talkin ****
Tryin to brainwash the trigger when Im in the chamber
Dont give a **** if its a accident or on purpose
When Im comin out the chamber, fool its just inservice
Dont get nervous when you see what I do
I love to hit the target, and when Im breakin that skin, ooh
Travel through his heart, ricochét off the nearest bone
Rip his insides up, shatter his spine, now Im gone
Layin by the body, waitin for the FEDS
Swoop me up for evidence, then Im just some melted led
It aint no thang, got me back where I started
In a box, with my homies, waitin for my next target
Ha ha ha, the motha****in bullet
Shootin up **** everywhere
Every city in every state
Dont give a **** about who when the bullet fly
The only thought thats on my mind is 'die *****, die'
Ha ha ha
But what do ya know, looks like Im bout to be purchased again
I seen a ***** ask for them black talons and grin
It wont be long til they let meloose
Got me in the clip, drinkin Gin with no ****in juice
Its goin down, I know they ridin on some fools tonight
Hit the lights, squeeze the trigger, send me on my flight
Dont give a **** about who I hit when I fly
The only thought thats on my mind is 'die *****, die'
Women and children and babies, I know its crazy
See Im a bullet, its my job, man that **** dont faze me
Even the hand thats on the trigger get shot too
Wherever the barrel aiming at, thats who I end up smokin fool
Dont get it twisted, I got no love for none of yall
Got to dig a tunnel through your head, and watch the body fall
Just shoot and Imma do the rest
I love givin young ****** cardiac arrests
Bullet-proof ******, I go up in em quickly
The ambulance picked him up with **** all in his ****ies
Just cock the glock, put your finger on the trigger, pull it
And make a motha****a feel the bullet
Ha ha ha, yeah
Another victim of these motha** **in bullets
Once we pull the trigger, dont get nervous
cause its instant motha****in service
Ha ha ha, yeah
Breakin fools off every-motha**** in-day
Ha ha ha
Up out the chamber, its that sneaky motha****a creepin
You heard a shot but didnt know until the blood was leakin
Up out your chest, you seen your flesh was a bloody mess
Dropped down on your knees, and ran outta breath
Sentanced to your death
Got hit by the wig splittin, shirt rippin, pistol wippin *****
Catchin em slippin when they set trippin
Dippin and dabbin, you ****** know who I am, and
Cant be ****in with them faulty heaters that be jammin
I love to fly and when they jam, I cant come out and kick it
Just pick a target, point me at it and see how quick I hit it
Droppin bodies by the dozens, in and out your cousins
Im burnin ****** like a oven, givin up no lovin
? with my dogs, ridin in a 50 round clip
Ready to make the hit, talkin long ****, *****
Hit the floor before I hit the door and split ya with some heat
Take your head and leave your body in the street
As I creep, up on my next motha****in victim
Sweep him off his feet, pull the trigger, let me sick him
Hit him high, hit him low, you know how it go
Put your finger on the trigger, pull it, the motha****in bullet
Ha ha ha, the motha****in bullet
Mobbin through your hood and takin head
Showin no motha****in remorse
We dont give a **** about you
The bullet, ha ha ha
Sprayin up shit everywhere we go
Dont give a ****, layin men 6 feet on the regular
Ha ha ha
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