Ferrero, FarrellB - Artillery Lyrics

He want smoke, yeah we coming with artillery
I told her I love her and she said that she not feeling me
Poppin all these perkys but I know that they is killing me
Now I'm going up all these bitches say they missing me they missing me yeah
Choppa hit him in his back yeah
Me and Rell we walk up in that Saks and spending racks yeah
Talking down get whacked whacked
We do not play that that
Fucking on little hoe and she throwing that shit back back
I cannot care about no slut
You say that you missing me but little how you a smut
Now you want my love cause I'm spending bucks
And now you want my trust but I don't have none
No no No no
I cannot love on a hoe hoe
And she feening for designer clothes clothes
And I'm smoking on that za za dosed dosed
He want smoke, yeah we coming with artillery
I told her I love her and she said that she not feeling me
Poppin all these perkys but I know that they is killing me
Now I'm going up all these bitches say they missing me they missing me yeah
Yeah they missin me they missin me
Met a baddie she from kissippe
Cannot wait til i go blow
I'm with the gang i never fold
Bitch is stay in the south
In the motherfuckin four
Way i wipe my nose slatt you might think that i'm cold
Woah woah woah Woah
I just fucked your bitch you ain't know
BItch we got them choppas with the scopes
Fucking on your biddie she hittin' them notes
He want smoke, yeah we coming with artillery
I told her I love her and she said that she not feeling me
Poppin all these perkys but I know that they is killing me
Now I'm going up all these bitches say they missing me they missing me yeah
Choppa hit him in his back yeah
Me and Rell we walk up in that Saks and spending racks yeah
Talking down get whacked whacked
We do not play that that
Fucking on little hoe and she throwing that shit back back

He want smoke, yeah we coming with artillery
I told her I love her and she said that she not feeling me
Poppin all these perkys but I know that they is killing me
Now I'm going up all these bitches say they missing me they missing me yeah
Choppa hit him in his back yeah
Me and Rell we walk up in that Saks and spending racks yeah
Talking down get whacked whacked
We do not play that that
Fucking on little hoe and she throwing that shit back back
I cannot care about no slut
You say that you missing me but little how you a smut
Now you want my love cause I'm spending bucks
And now you want my trust but I don't have none
No no No no
I cannot love on a hoe hoe
And she feening for designer clothes clothes
And I'm smoking on that za za dosed dosed
He want smoke, yeah we coming with artillery
I told her I love her and she said that she not feeling me
Poppin all these perkys but I know that they is killing me
Now I'm going up all these bitches say they missing me they missing me yeah
Yeah they missin me they missin me
Met a baddie she from kissippe
Cannot wait til i go blow
I'm with the gang i never fold
Bitch is stay in the south
In the motherfuckin four
Way i wipe my nose slatt you might think that i'm cold
Woah woah woah Woah
I just fucked your bitch you ain't know
BItch we got them choppas with the scopes
Fucking on your biddie she hittin' them notes
He want smoke, yeah we coming with artillery
I told her I love her and she said that she not feeling me
Poppin all these perkys but I know that they is killing me
Now I'm going up all these bitches say they missing me they missing me yeah
Choppa hit him in his back yeah
Me and Rell we walk up in that Saks and spending racks yeah
Talking down get whacked whacked
We do not play that that
Fucking on little hoe and she throwing that shit back back