M16(Explicit) - Z-Ro

M16 I'm reloading my magazine
And I will murder ever bumber clot run
Keep my hand on my gun whoa
I don't think they want the beef cause these type of problems ain't fin to go away
These friends I'm packing with me remind ya don't ever f**k with Trae
And if these b**ches get up in you ain't no need to pray
Cause praying with this pain will have you praying they take you away
I still post up and let niggaz know I don't bar a thang
I'm gangstafied motherf**ker talk down and watch I make it rain
And it ain't nothing that can stop it I promise you that
I put that on the Truth my brothers and Mr Fat Pat
Now if they really want it these niggaz gon have to get it
I'm trying to put something on your mind just so you don't forget it
My M16 will be the reason niggaz take a loss
When I get it out just watch how fast this b**ch'll rearrange your house
The sh*t I got will make the laws back up and get the SWAT
But even what they got will give it up cause these bullets be hot
I'm like original roster who wanna run with me
Cause what I'm bringing out don't think they wanna f**k with me
M16 I'm reloading my magazine
And I will murder ever bumber clot run
Keep my hand on my gun whoa
I keep a heater but I'm known for my murder 16's
Killer speaker killer beats so I murder 16's
So they M16's tote a M16
I call it my bodyguard cause they instance mean
In the streets of the city it ain't no love
Them boys'll f**k you quick without no glove
I'm riding in haters road blocks
Them jackers don't stop they'll blaze your whole spot
So a ni**a on spot with the gauges on cock
And them Orville Redenbach glocks is on pop
So P O P I will P-O-P
'Fore I let another mother-mother squeeze on me
In the H to the T-X you better pray or be X'd
They don't play you'll be next you better raise your protection
Yes son and just to see another day it's a blessing
So I keep a weapon my
M16 I'm reloading my magazine
And I will murder ever bumber clot run
Keep my hand on my gun whoa
Is it me glock 40 bump-bump-bump-bump nope
Is it me 45 bump-bump-bump-bump nope
Is it me 3-57 bump-bump-bump-bump nope
Me M16 taping off the murder scene
Inhaling potent doja with muddy cup of codeine
Me people don't even play me close cause them don't know me
Me don't want no company me kick it with me lonely
And will murder anyone of you snitches run up on me
But my grandmother didn't raise a killer she raised up a Christian
But the fact that I was already down and people kept kicking
Made me crazy that's why I got no love for nobody lately
And I told y'all once before none of my weapons have a safety
Ru-run up on me once I'ma beat your a** down
Ru-run up on me twice I'ma heat your a** down
Place you in another dimension nobody can see you now
Rest in peace I'm the king of the streets yeah
M16 I'm reloading my magazine
And I will murder ever bumber clot run
Keep my hand on my gun whoa
M16 I'm reloading my magazine
And I will murder ever bumber clot run
Keep my hand on my gun whoa