ArmyGuns Remix by Young Garcia Lyrics
[Intro: Young Garcia & NBA Armyboy]
Give me a beat
Give me a beat?
Tylian, made the beat
Yeah, choppa be hitting em'
We got the armyguns
Yeah bad bitch
Boaw!
Choppa be hitting his leg
They ain't never heard of this, armyboy they never heard us spit like this
Find us again
Brrt!
[Chorus: Young Garcia]
Pull up with choppas, I'm finna meet you in the lobby
All of my .30's, I woke up gang can you find me
I had the muscle, I got the muscle
Shorty be on me
[Verse 1: Young Garcia & NBA Armyboy]
If choppa gon' hit us, if choppa gon' hit us
Pull up at the block, you know that we spinning
Pull up at your block, you know that we spinning
Spin yo' block, spin yo' block and I, got the Glocks, got Glocks, and I got the armyguns
Choppa be hittin' em', that's how we spinning yeah
Pull up with .30's we gitty up
My life, I'm living it up
Pull up with a .3, check it
Pull up with .30's, you know that we winning
Pull up with choppas, you know that we killing
They hate, cause a young nigga feelin' it
I don't care about yo' feelings, I can't really (Yeah!, Armyboy!)
[Verse 2: NBA Armyboy]
You know I'mma kill this shit, shotta fam, you know I be repping this shit
I got a Glock, you know I be upping that shit
You know I be running that shit, Running up planes for cheap
He staying with me, you know I up him
Shotta with a flow, who want the smoke, get in the floor, smoking a opp he came with the dough
He must be stupid if he playing with me
Pull up in chris, when he run in the street
Put a one and he's knockin', I put him to sleep
He must be stupid, I got the guns, he thought we was dissin', we all in the streets now
[Chorus: Young Garcia]
Pull up with choppas, I'm finna meet you in the lobby
All of my .30's, I woke up gang can you find me
I had the muscle, I got the muscle
Shorty be on me
[Verse 3: Young Garcia]
I had the .30, I had the .20, you know we don't play around
I was speeding around in the foreign
Hol' up, gang, I go hard in the paint, dawg I really put in work, to do everything that you can't, we taking shots no kobe's, you better get out the range
[Chorus: Young Garcia]
Pull up with choppas, I'm finna meet you in the lobby
All of my .30's, I woke up gang can you find me
I had the muscle, I got the muscle
Shorty be on me
[Outro: Young Garcia]
Armyboy, ArmyGuns, Remix
And choppa be hittin' em'
And choppa be spinnin' em'
We The Best, Grr
Representing the block
Put yo' ass on the t-shirt
Boaw, Boaw, Boaw!
Give me a beat
Give me a beat?
Tylian, made the beat
Yeah, choppa be hitting em'
We got the armyguns
Yeah bad bitch
Boaw!
Choppa be hitting his leg
They ain't never heard of this, armyboy they never heard us spit like this
Find us again
Brrt!
[Chorus: Young Garcia]
Pull up with choppas, I'm finna meet you in the lobby
All of my .30's, I woke up gang can you find me
I had the muscle, I got the muscle
Shorty be on me
[Verse 1: Young Garcia & NBA Armyboy]
If choppa gon' hit us, if choppa gon' hit us
Pull up at the block, you know that we spinning
Pull up at your block, you know that we spinning
Spin yo' block, spin yo' block and I, got the Glocks, got Glocks, and I got the armyguns
Choppa be hittin' em', that's how we spinning yeah
Pull up with .30's we gitty up
My life, I'm living it up
Pull up with a .3, check it
Pull up with .30's, you know that we winning
Pull up with choppas, you know that we killing
They hate, cause a young nigga feelin' it
I don't care about yo' feelings, I can't really (Yeah!, Armyboy!)
[Verse 2: NBA Armyboy]
You know I'mma kill this shit, shotta fam, you know I be repping this shit
I got a Glock, you know I be upping that shit
You know I be running that shit, Running up planes for cheap
He staying with me, you know I up him
Shotta with a flow, who want the smoke, get in the floor, smoking a opp he came with the dough
He must be stupid if he playing with me
Pull up in chris, when he run in the street
Put a one and he's knockin', I put him to sleep
He must be stupid, I got the guns, he thought we was dissin', we all in the streets now
[Chorus: Young Garcia]
Pull up with choppas, I'm finna meet you in the lobby
All of my .30's, I woke up gang can you find me
I had the muscle, I got the muscle
Shorty be on me
[Verse 3: Young Garcia]
I had the .30, I had the .20, you know we don't play around
I was speeding around in the foreign
Hol' up, gang, I go hard in the paint, dawg I really put in work, to do everything that you can't, we taking shots no kobe's, you better get out the range
[Chorus: Young Garcia]
Pull up with choppas, I'm finna meet you in the lobby
All of my .30's, I woke up gang can you find me
I had the muscle, I got the muscle
Shorty be on me
[Outro: Young Garcia]
Armyboy, ArmyGuns, Remix
And choppa be hittin' em'
And choppa be spinnin' em'
We The Best, Grr
Representing the block
Put yo' ass on the t-shirt
Boaw, Boaw, Boaw!