From the recording HEAR ME ROAR MIXTAPE, VOL.1

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Lyrics

Verse:

Bonafide triggaman playing with his toys.
Me don't use suppressors, nah I love that hammer noise.

Walking paranoid, bone crusher scared of nothing.

Get your PhD, if you think folk bluffing.

Blushing, loading that magazine.

Pistol grip on the barrel, optics the red beam.

Got 2 Side bitches that's cuffing the waistband.

Extend o clips, creating a waste land.

Hook:

Choppaz in the trunk (rpt 2x)

Glock 45, 9 and Choppaz in the trunk.

Riding solo but the squad who I'm with.

Just a bonafide triggaman man w/ his clips n shyt -

Verse:

On first name bases with the reaper.

Grim take the wheel, while I'm cleaning the street sweeper.

Cold hearted yet hot headed like brimstone.

You wanna play with life, that's something to dwell on.

Yeah I'm chill ass fuck, get up out my face out tho.

Glock by my side and the trunk hold that Draco.

Hands up or drop dead, better move when I say so.

Allies call me king, foes call me psycho.

Hook:

Choppaz in the trunk (rpt 2x)

Glock 45, 9 and Choppaz in the trunk.

Riding solo but the squad who I'm with.

Just a bonafide triggaman man w/ his clips n shyt -

Verse:

Wet work, who the fuck needs practice.

Disappear in GA, reappear in Dallas.

Want all the smoke, big lung capacity.

Sim the equalizer, it's gone be catastrophe.

Hook:

Choppaz in the trunk (rpt 2x)
Glock 45, 9 and Choppaz in the trunk.

Riding solo but the squad who I'm with.

Just a bonafide triggaman man w/ his clips n shyt -