FiveFingersNoah - Army of My Own Lyrics

Gang, squad, squad, let's go
Gang, gang, gang
You get slimed out, Nickelodeon
Your money too damn short, Napoleon
KSC uber city, we utopian
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Got an army of my own
Never fear of being lone
Medusa head on the gun, turn your ass to f*cking stone
F*ck a 4chan user, turn his ass to f*cking bones
65 Cadillac, Nina Simone
Oh, it's so quiet in this hidden place
Crystal castle on the neck
Shock you to your waves
Teaching bitches how to swim
Electric shock to the core
You hate him, therefore
You must learn the f*cking lore, on gang
Turn the city up
Turn the city up, uh huh, uh huh
Turn the city up
Turn the city up, uh huh, uh huh
Turn the city up
Turn the city up, uh huh, uh huh
Turn the city up
Turn the city up, uh huh, uh huh
F*ck that shit, I'ma bag a bitch
KSC new MLG, we quickscope a snitch
F*ck a rat girl
Mag dump 'til you a hitch
Tie the rope
Better pray forgiveness
Like we was the Pope
Can only hope the sniper don't hit
Or it ain't got a scope
Regardless I'ma tomahawk
You should know that I ain't afraid to bank a shot
The rope ties harder, there's another knot
(All I wanna do is)
Turn the city up, turn the city up
Turn the city up, turn the city up
(All I wanna do is)
Turn the city up, turn the city up
Turn the city up, turn the city up
(All I wanna do is)
Turn the city up, turn the city up
Turn the city up, turn the city up
(All I wanna do is)
Turn the city up, turn the city up
Turn the city up, turn the city up
I'ma count up this dough
This dough, this dough
I'ma get all the moolah
Moolah, moolah
Got an army of my own
But without you, girl I feel so alone
Put me to my tomb
If I die here right now, would you do me wrong?
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh
My hoe got a belt from Hot Topic
Bitch wanna f*ck, 'cuz I'm trending topic
I get the guap and y'know that I count it
I get the za and y'know that I zip it
Want my old hoe, love bad habits
Bitch wanna f*ck, 'cuz she love to riot
Bitch on my dick, 'cuz she love to rave
I'ma count up this guap and y'know that I pay
Bang, bang, two shots rang out to the crowd
I'ma show this hoe how to smoke loud
See what I tot and I'm f*cking proud
Bad hoe ask"is that allowed?"
My-my-my, hoe-hoe-hoe, gotta
Bitch-bitch wanna
My-my-my, hoe-hoe-hoe, gotta
Bitch-bitch wanna
My-my-my, hoe-hoe-hoe, gotta
Bitch-bitch wanna
My-my-my, hoe-hoe-hoe, gotta
Bitch-bitch wanna
I'ma count up this dough
This dough, this dough
I'ma get all the moolah
Moolah, moolah
Got an army of my own
But without you, girl I feel so alone
Put me to my tomb
If I die here right now, would you do me wrong?
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh