ARTILLERY (Prod. By Steve Zidane & Greedo Santana) Video (MV)

CHORUS
Watch how you move. These niggas tend to be slippery, but I ain't trippin. A nigga got hella artillery. My team crazy
We out here co-opting like Hillary. You think you touching my chain? You must be shitting me. We pop our cuts with bananas
We gon' be peeling and we tried to run out of this trap house, but my team hitting me. I live up to my childhood being a real-life crime.
KATO KUTTHROAT (Verse)
Better watch out for clean, they call them savage slim
I'm in the city thuggin', big step in them phone posies. With my 40 waiting on rap checks to hit direct deposit
When it hit me and gang going out galley shopping. If a bitch nigga touch me then it's gon' be bodies dropping
I pour the deuce in my cup, it got my heart stopping. I put my all in this shit, so what the f*ck I look like stopping
You think you with the shits? We all know you not popping. You looking for your bitchy in my crib, pussy popping. Glock Jordan with the Reggie Miller clip
Making niggas dip, chop blowing like the fourth and fifth
Didn't let him leave, gave his ass about six. We 187, but our odd numbers is triple six
Watch how you move. These niggas tend to be slippery, but I ain't trippin. A nigga got hella artillery. My team crazy.
CHORUS
We out here corrupted like Hillary. You think you touching my chain? You must be shitting me
We pop out cuts with bananas, we gon' be peeling em. He tried to run off to his trap house, but my beam hitting him
I live up to my childhood being a real life Kramer. Better watch out for twin, they call them savage slim
Watch how you move. These niggas tend to be slippery, but I ain't trippin. A nigga got hella artillery. My team crazy
We out here corrupted like Hillary. You think you touching my chain? You must be shitting me
We pop out cuts with bananas, we gon' be peeling em. He tried to run off to his trap house, but my beam hitting him
I live up to my childhood being a real life Kramer. Better watch out for twin, they call them savage slim.
E.D.P. (Verse)
I'm the type to keep my ice in the freezer, kick your ass like I'm frieza, do the dash
In the beammer, I'm not alone, I got my need. I'm not a loser, I'm a winner
I don't play about my cash, I put some bullets in your ass that make my getaway fast
He tried to rob me, that shit sad. He was broke, so he mad
He tried to run up in my past. Niggas gon' be hella mad. Worst day he ever had
Niggas hating on my swag, another nigga gone, cause a nigga had to get high
T.A. run this. You ricans know this. You can't take this. We protect this
God be my witness. You niggas bitches and you pussies. Soft, wet, stretched out, something's fishy.
T. LOUI$ (Verse)
Call me robin, four by focus, I be smoking gas.
Pass I'm open, T.A. focus, better move your ass
He be coping, smelling funky, something locks him trapped
Project Hope would not be going off the environment
Niggas hoping they gon' end up in retirement
I'm just here to plant the seed for the entirety
Knowledge in me, hope you get that and acknowledge it
Eat a runt, smell like runts, boy I'm proud of it
Beam on me, that's a target. Feed on him, that's a bargain
On me, ain't no argue. Can't hold back, losing margin.
Why you mad? Just like Morgan
And I'm high, but not coughing. I see people in them coffins
Early morning, just like coffee. Cop on me, trying to get Murphy
Pop on me, just bounce on off me. Little O.T. sit back in the tossy
Big truck, it's tough, guess I'm hollering. No big luck, it's all a dream
T.A. best you ever seen. Dollar bill for that cream, No flashlight, yeah that's a beam.
CHORUS
Watch how you move. These niggas tend to be slippery, but I ain't tripping
A nigga got hella artillery, my team crazy
We out here corrupted like Hillary. You think you touching my chain, you must be shitting me
We pop our cuts with bananas, we gon' be peeling them
He tried to run out of this trap house, but my beam hitting him
I live up to my childhood being a real life crime
Better watch out for twin, they call him Savage Slim.