I can understand none of the lyrics.
Rack it back, you know where the comblocs at
They in my sack, and we got a whole lotta that
Might as well be gangsta... shit, I guess I’m gangsta
Cause I don’t sag my drawers, but my gang’s bigger than yours
I think free, when I’ve got my girl here with me
we put our heads together, we’re an effective combat team
I don’t clean her, I can just shoot her off and leave her
But I feed her,I feed her all the bullets she needs
When I hold an AK in my hands, I get feels I don’t understand, man
Feels like pop, pop, like chop, chop
This bitch just never jams
it does what I demand
Operator Operator, connect to Skynet I’m a mother fu**ing Terminator
I’m a T-zone holic and I’m working on my training
Training for the day when the shit starts raining
Now you know me (AK), when I’m with other guns you’re all I see
They don’t have near the intimacy
You we’re my first, and you work
And you’re my main bitch to me
You know I’m about that, yeah I’m all about that
I work the AK with the, with the stock back
Draining out their brains every time I get in contact
Lay the shit on thick with a dose of death extract
Smaller is better, smaller is better
They make em so small, we shoot them under our sweater
7-6-2’s on the spot, sure to make the mother f#*king bodies drop
magazine is so clean, feeds straight to the top
Killing like cholera, nothing but head shots.