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Al Chapo - I Got A Army Lyrics

[Intro]
(Woah, ah)
I got a hunnid shots in my—
I got a hunnid shots in my—
(Chapo)
Nigga, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Baby like woah boy (Woah) I be with Gunna
Yeah, pop it at night tryna strike with a G-19 on my hip (Blrr)
Broad day with the band outside (Band) tryna catch a goddamn lick
When I go slide, bitch, I got a vamp with me (Slide)
I'm a don, nigga, you can't get yo' stamp from me (Stamp from me)
Ain't move right, boy, I can get your stamp took (Yeah)
No dead files play both sides Just like a crip
If I let this bitch off, err'body gon' look
All that money that you flexed boy that shit getting took (Took)
Just a young nigga from the east side, I got booked
Dick ride my pockets that is not a good look (I can tell ya)
I can tell how you shoot boy I know he a rookie
This gelato for them ones, we ain't smoking on no cookiе
I ain't going back and forth with a nigga, he a pussy (Goin' back and forth)
I'ma take they ass off 'forе err'body overlook (Take they ass off)
Can't trust a nigga, thinking 'bout BJ
Ready to bust a nigga (Blrr), y'all niggas money funny just like Chris Tucker (Money funny)
I'm tryna get off just like a fake usher (Get off)
I let the stick talk (Stick talk) I'on do discussion
Backstab a nigga like a goddamn Russian
Big-ass forty, nigga, I won't do no tussling
Monkey got a zoo, banana clip'll put her under
Take his ass off, rough him up like a punter (Take his ass off)
Pick up my pants, why that bitch wasn't cuffin'?
Playing with the mob, I'm a real-life jugger
Take his ass off through the swamp or whatever
Nine-millimeter ripping through that boy leather (Blrr)
Taking me off? Hell nah, you will never (Nope)
I ain't going, my vampire ain't going (Ain't going), these bitches, they going
Yo' bitch, she fucking the gang, that ho whoreing (Whoreing)
I smoke a track, five in the morning (Track five)
I fuck my bitch every time I'm horny (Uh)
Boy, I had kicked that bitch out 'cause she borin' (Get out)
Dump my opp with .223 just like I'm Jordan (Come here)
Big whoa got that stick, I paint the clip orange (Yah)
Give a fuck bout yo' clique, bitch I got a army (Blrr)
Whoa fin' knock him off, we know he informant (Blrr, yah, yah)
I'm on the block posted up with hooligans (Hooligan)
Me and lil' whoa on that goddamn stupid shit (Stupid shit)
Freak have the lo'? Everybody know I'm hittin' (Woah)
This baby like, shit, who the fuck told that business?
Strapped up, nigga, I got all types of gens (Gen)
Gen 5 on me gotta go common sense (Gen 5)
Nigga he so pussy, hit him up again (Pussy)
Boy, I want the smoke, you won't tell me when (Want smoke)
Bitch, I'm on yo' ass and you know I'm tense
Twin let em off, man, we made them bullets fly through the whip
We gon say fuck them boys, they not my kids
I'm gon' have to pop a nigga if he trip
I'm clutching this glizzy, nigga, this shit iffy
I be hunting down outsiders in my city
These big ass bullets, you gon' need new kidneys (These big ass bullets)