Ghost Recon by Tyler Lyrics

(Hook)
I don't know what they talkin' 'bout
Want problems I'm a spark it out
We don't do no fucking talk it outs
We gon pull up to your momma's house
And we gonna fucking air it out
You a lame you just chasin' clout
100 round drum on the stick my shooters going dumb
Pop me a bunch of xans my face it goin' numb
I'm a boss now that's what I've become
We got real Glocks, yeah you just playin' Ghost Recon

[Verse]
Stick in my pants got my pants falling down
You think you funny hoe you are a clown
I don't give a fuck what you about
Turn this bitch into shoothouse
Number (N)ine yeah that Mickey Mouse
Money coming in, in large amounts
He a witness, he get shot now
(Hook)
I don't know what they talkin' 'bout
Want problems I'm a spark it out
We don't do no fucking talk it outs
We gon pull up to your momma's house
And we gonna fucking air it out
You a lame you just chasin' clout
100 round drum on the stick my shooters going dumb
Pop me a bunch of xans my face it goin' numb
I'm a boss now that's what I've become
We got real Glocks, yeah you just playin' Ghost Recon