Ammunition 2 YFN Trae Pound (Ft. YFN Lucci)

[Intro: YFN Lucci]
(Spade with a couple M's)
Yeah, you know
(Space Plug)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, huh

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & YFN Trae Pound]
Yeah, huh, I’m in a boo with a MAC (With a MAC, yeah)
All this poppin', you know you ain't that (Know you ain’t that, know it)
How you flood? and you know you ain't that (Uh)
Whole lot a soldier baguettes (Huh, oh-oh)
These niggas know where we at (They know it, oh-oh)
Oh, pull up and go for the best (Skrrt, oh-oh)
Watch out on hold react (Huh, oh-oh, oh)
I'm in the back (In the back)
Wavin' the TEC out that back (Out that back, skrrt, skrrt)
On the trey I don't play by my set (By my set, nah)
Put your man on a plate, get him wet (Oh, yeah)
On my son, we stay where he at (Ice, oh)
We just put my lil' partner to rest (Damn, oh-oh)
I might on 'em a nick that's a chеck (Huh, oh-oh)
And you know I’ma die by this shit (Oh, yeah)

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci & YFN Trae Pound]
Die by this shit, huh (Shit)
You know that I call hits, huh (I call hits)
You know that I buy all vick, huh (Oh yеah, huh)
Hell nah you can’t I ball shit (Hell nah)
Cartier got my opp on lit (On lit, hot)
In the Maybach [?] all lit (Lit)
My lil' partner just died on a lick (On a lick)
My lil’ homies with all of the shit (Oh, yeah, nah, for real)
My lil' homies got all of the sticks (Nah, for real)
Louis thought we bought all of this shit (All of that shit)
Yellow hoes they suck all of the dick (Ha, suck all of the dick)
Hell nah we ain't callin' no kicks
Oh, [?] call by the six
Hellcats somebody order a six (Skrrt, skrrt)
That’s a foreign got it all on my wrist (Yeah)
And the Audemar drippin baguettes (Ice)
Oh, I'm in the boo with the judge (Boo-boo-boo)
Still screamin' fuck the judge
Broad day nigga whole lot a blood (Huh)
Pocket rocket, let it bang in the club (Nah)
Too much mud, they done gave me a [?]
Lot of water, like it came out the tub (Oh)
Shit changed, ain't the same as it was
Hell nah, I ain't showin' no love (Never, oh)