Twista Artillery Lyrics

Restraint!
Artilerry m_________er, legit balling b____ but don't get it twisted
Ain't no hoes over here
Yeah, we got guns n____, aimed at all you hating b____es
From K-Town to the Manor, Holy City to the Wild Hundreds
The war is on, and all my killers is riding
Todd Nitty, what you got for these hoes (click...clock...blast)

(Todd Nitty)
I got that 9 double M glock, with the infrared beam dot
Aiming at your knot, making your heart stop
Yelling out "f___ Tha Po" who some call it 5-0
Better look out for when they pull that kick door
Nothing but gangstas, thats all who I hang with
Slanging them thangs with, came up in the game with
The f___ing hood rats, because them some broke hoes
Me get a rich b____ and stick her for her dough
The Manor in that K-Town, thats how we put it down
Letting off fifty rounds, thats how our s___ sound
Artillery up the a__, scullies and ski masks
9's and bubble masks, gunning at your a__
m_________ing street thugs, legit ballers
Money and the power, moving that flour
Taking no shorts and taking no losses
Hauling n____s a__es off in coffins with that..

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One, two, three, 45.'s,
Six, seven, eight, nine milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump n____ (4x)

A n____ riding with stealers, hustlers, killers all my life
Legit Ballers b____, don't even try to f___ with us gangsta's
Because we some mobstas
You come with that bullshit, then p____ I'll pop ya'
See it's that n____ Todd Nitty, that be squeezing triggers like b____es
t__ties
Who is it, the most left on n____, they crept on n____, with that teflon n____
And it went BLOW! BLOW! body bag that b____
Sent his a__ to the morgue with the rest of them snitches
I heat 'em up like a m_________ing Newport
Left his a__ with more holes than a golf course
What you thought boy, I'm from that 9th Ward
Where them stories are true about them Manor boys
How we leaving 'em, bleedin' and crawling on the ground
Like he's a dead n____ now

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I got that love for my n____ Twist, for aid and a__istance
He told me holsters, caught him up in some bullshit
Don't even trips though, I'm heading in your route
Soon as I roll up, we puttin' they lights out
Poppin' a clip in, with one in the chamber

(Twista)
Finna' ride on a stranger, put the hoes life in danger

(Todd Nitty)
Started letting off hollows, straight through they car door

(Twista)
I'm a G from Chicago, pull the game weightless where I go

(Todd Nitty)
Bustin' pistols with laser injects, putting holes in they Avarex

(Twista)
Going straight through your tailored vests, now it's you or your neighbor next

(Todd Nitty)
Now we got your boy tied up, to the hideout we ride up

(Twista)
They gonna show us the stash-pot, with the little handles side up

(Todd Nitty)
Took the money and lello, and thats hwo the day goes

(Twista)
Get the bankroll, gotta gank hoes, and I got the 44.
Time to leave finna' go
Hit 'em with that...

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