Armshouse

(Hook) [x2]
You don't wanna bring arms-house
I'll bring arms-house to your mum's house
You don't wanna bring no beef
Bring some beef you'll loose some teeth
You don't wanna bring arms-house
I'll bring arms-house to your mums house
You don't wanna bring no beef
Bring some beef you'll loose some teeth
[Verse 1]
Four four lick four shots threw your four door
For the four prayers that's inside
And a two two lick two shots at two of you
In your two leater, two seater
The eight mil
The eight mil will split your grill
Leaving you there with two wills
And a mac 10
With this gat I don't need no friends
Im gonna save up for one of them
Four four lick four shots threw your for law
Told you, you're not bourn no more
Watch your body drop to the floor
You should of known I was sharper than a chainsaw
And these sound-pricks wanna come and bring war
You should of known I was waiting at your front door
You should of known that my style was to raw
You should of known that your neck would of get bore
(Hook) [x2]
You don't wanna bring arms-house
I'll bring arms-house to your mum's house
You don't wanna bring no beef
Bring some beef you'll loose some teeth
You don't wanna bring arms-house
I'll bring arms-house to your mums house
You don't wanna bring no beef
Bring some beef you'll loose some teeth
[Verse 2]
Aint have a gat
Never done a jack
You're claiming you're a badboy
Come [?] box ill knock you out quick
You're claiming you're a badboy
Make one new tune and it get to your head
You're claiming you're a badboy
When you walk past me don't even brush me coz
Im gonna show you badboy
And I hate then boys that try to beg thoroughly
Your best friend might be your worst enemy
Draw for the mac 10 on the oozie
That's what you get when you bad mind me
What you gonna do when I pull out the gat
We'll see whos the true one and whos the fake one
When you gonna run into your mum
Why you come here for beef and not for fun
(Hook) [x2]
You don't wanna bring arms-house
I'll bring arms-house to your mum's house
You don't wanna bring no beef
Bring some beef you'll loose some teeth
You don't wanna bring arms-house
I'll bring arms-house to your mums house
You don't wanna bring no beef
Bring some beef you'll loose some teeth
[Verse 3]
Lyrically put it in your brain
I'll leave your shirt stain
All I want in this garage game is fame
Make me a chaps
Say my name
And I cant yet bring some cant complain
At night to the lord I pray
Maybe I'll get these things some day
House on the hill man with two cars
And I wanna knock you to the big stars
Buff black girls that don't wear bra's
You don't mind getting juiced into big cars
You wanna roll me
That's what I stack
And it glows when I say lights out
Its so blinding it will rip your eyes out
And getting paper that's what its about
(Hook) [x2]
You don't wanna bring arms-house
I'll bring arms-house to your mum's house
You don't wanna bring no beef
Bring some beef you'll loose some teeth
You don't wanna bring arms-house
I'll bring arms-house to your mums house
You don't wanna bring no beef
Bring some beef you'll loose some teeth
[Verse 4]
Reality people getting shot over vanity
Gunshot boom it be deeper than a [?]
Man let off shot and he walk away casually
War outside and its getting messy
Its reality people getting shot over vanity
Gunshot boom it be deeper than a [?]
Man let off shot and he walk away casually
War outside and its getting messy
CCTV'S never catch us with the G's
Driving in the Bentleys
Do robberies hiding blitz behind trees
Get away in Audi 83's
8 o'clock in the morning while I'm yawning
Police sirens firing
Prostitutes on the corner
And its like California
Its only Stratford I might as well warn you
(Hook) [x2]
You don't wanna bring arms-house
I'll bring arms-house to your mum's house
You don't wanna bring no beef
Bring some beef you'll loose some teeth
You don't wanna bring arms-house
I'll bring arms-house to your mums house
You don't wanna bring no beef
Bring some beef you'll loose some teeth