Trippie Redd & Rob49 - ARMAGEDDON Lyrics

[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 meHundred round drum on meHundred round drum on meHundred round drum on meYeah, hundred round drum on meHundred round drum on meHundred round drum on meHundred round drum on meHundred round drum on me, yeah[Verse 1: Rob49]Hundred round drum on me, brand new blick on me, brand new switch on meSoon as I up, I blow, soon as I blow, he bleed, yeahHangin' with killers, hangin' with all of the real ones and duckin' the fakeTell him to mind his businеss, I done seen niggas who talkin' get shot in the facе, yeahThat's why I'm keepin' my K, yeah, that's why I'm havin' my way, yeahI'm 'bout to send that text, yeah, make a nigga pull up, spray, yeahNo, I ain't playin' at all, shit, nigga can't run no game, huhOh, he want smoke with us, yeah? Make a nigga face card famousThey know I keep my racks on me, they know I keep my MAC on meNiggas done made me mad, brother, I'm tryin' not to go crash on 'emThey know we'll tweak out, do shit worser than that last niggaIn 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 meHundred round drum on meHundred round drum on meHundred round drum on meYeah, hundred round drum on meHundred round drum on meHundred round drum on meHundred 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 meBentley got heated seatsPlay with the gang, he deceasedMurder an opp like I murder a goddamn beatFuckin' that bitch and I'm keepin' it P and I'm keepin' it G in the streetsI'm not no puttin' not no dot on no motherfuckin' barrel, lil' bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' beastShorty come over the crib, she swallowin' dick, she fuckin' up all of the sheetsAlright, I'm fuckin' up all of that money, I'm fuckin' and gettin' her geeked (Ew)I ain't never pressed 'bout none of these bitches, I fucked that ho last weekThat little bitch was an animal, ate like a cannibal, crushed that lil' bitch like a DanimalWalked in this bitch and I'm fresh like a cantaloupeDope in the closet and racks in the envelopeDon't get to talking, this shit can get physicalPull up big body, that bitch lookin' mysticalWe sent some shots through your grandmammy living roomNow he not talking, he turned to a vegetableWe with the business, we send 'em a messageMan, who the fuck is these fuck niggas testing?[Chorus: Rob49]Yeah, hundred round drum on me (I'm shy, oh my God)Hundred round drum on meHundred round drum on meHundred round drum on meHundred round drum on meYeah, hundred round drum on meHundred round drum on meHundred round drum on meHundred round drum on meHundred round drum on me, yeah