ARMAGEDDON

[Intro: Rob49]

Ha (Let me in)

Look (Yeah)

Yeah (Uh)

[Chorus: Rob49]

Yeah, hundred round drum on me (I'm shy, oh my God)

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Yeah, hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me, yeah

[Verse 1: Rob49]

Hundred round drum on me, brand new blick on me, brand new switch on me

Soon as I up, I blow, soon as I blow, he bleed, yeah

Hangin' with killers, hangin' with all of the real ones and duckin' the fake

Tell him to mind his business, I done seen niggas who talkin' get shot in the face, yeah

That's why I'm keepin' my K, yeah, that's why I'm havin' my way, yeah

I'm 'bout to send that text, yeah, make a nigga pull up, spray, yeah

No, I ain't playin' at all, shit, nigga can't run no game, huh

Oh, he want smoke with us, yeah? Make a nigga face card famous

They know I keep my racks on me, they know I keep my MAC on me

Niggas done made me mad, brother, I'm tryin' not to go crash on 'em

They know we'll tweak out, do shit worser than that last nigga

In a Demon, ridin' with some steppers, I'ma spend that bag on 'em

[Chorus: Rob49 & Trippie Redd]

Yeah, hundred round drum on me (I'm shy, oh my God)

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Yeah, hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me (Hey)

Hundred round drum on me (Yeah), yeah

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]

I keep that blick on me (Blick)

I keep that trip on me

Bentley got heated seats

Play with the gang, he deceased

Murder an opp like I murder a goddamn beat

****in' that bitch and I'm keepin' it P and I'm keepin' it G in the streets

I'm not no puttin' not no dot on no mother****in' barrel, lil' bitch, I'm a mother****in' beast

Shorty come over the crib, she swallowin' dick, she ****in' up all of the sheets

Alright, I'm ****in' up all of that money, I'm ****in' and gettin' her geeked (Ew)

I ain't never pressed 'bout none of these bitches, I ****ed that ho last week

That little bitch was an animal, ate like a cannibal, crushed that lil' bitch like a Danimal

Walked in this bitch and I'm fresh like a cantaloupe

Dope in the closet and racks in the envelope

Don't get to talking, this shit can get physical

Pull up big body, that bitch lookin' mystical

We sent some shots through your grandmammy living room

Now he not talking, he turned to a vegetable

We with the business, we send 'em a message

Man, who the **** is these **** niggas testing?

[Chorus: Rob49]

Yeah, hundred round drum on me (I'm shy, oh my God)

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Yeah, hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me, yeah