ImDontai – Springfield Xds Lyrics

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“Springfield Xds Lyrics by ImDontai”

(I f—— love you, Jordan)
You don’t got the weapons you rap in yo music
I just got a handgun, I hope I don’t use it
Them bullets they hollow, a tough pill to swallow
I keep that thang on me, even in McDonald’s
A .40 is heavy, but don’t get it twisted, I’m ready
Stainless steel feeling cold on my belly
In the past, used to carry machete
Blade or a knife, I ain’t think twice
Both gonna slice, right trough the skin
Right through the flesh and abdominal glands, uh
Posted with XDS, don’t f— with Glocks or a Smith&West
Run up you get that .40 to the chest
Self defense, when you hop over a fence
Carry the pole like I’m building a tent
You are not hard, n—-, do not pretend

Yah, you are not hard, n—-, do not pretend
Yah, you are not hard, n—-, do not pretend
Yah, you are not hard, n—-, do not pretend
Do not pretend, do not pre- ay, ay, look (pretend, yah)

Handgun, got the handgun, that b—- is handsome
Phantom, turn you phantom
He throwing tan-
Hol’ up
Handgun, got the handgun, that b—- is handsome
Phantom, turn you phantom
He throwing tantrums
XDS with the beam, uh, that s— gleam red or green, huh
XDS with the beam, uh, that s— gleam red or green, okay

Handgun on me, got hollow snacks for a dummy
You n—– be looking hungry, I’m feeding them to your tummy
Don’t bug me, don’t push your limit, watch how you finish that sentence
Might be a goofy a– n—-, but I go stupid with the trigga
I ain’t finna argue or bicker
They think I’m a joke, and I heard all the snickers
I turn to a beast homie, give me a snickers, huh, huh
N—– be rappin’ ’bout murder
We bobbin’ our heads as we recite the words
And you hard if you do, but you soft if you don’t
And I don’t wish to kill, but not saying I won’t
Bodies droppin’ to the floo’
N—– s— like commode
I need ammo, give me mo’
Bullets hit you in the dome
Leave the cappin’ at ya home, only mention s— ya own
Hol’ up, wait, look
N—– be bragging like they ’bout that action
They post on the ‘gram all the weapons they having
They not even blasting, they not even killing
But rap about robbing and all of the dealing
Just stop it, one in the chamber, I pop it
Stuffing the mag like a stocking
I hit ’em all like a mosh pit
Mask on my face like Kakashi
I don’t box fair, this ain’t Rocky

Huh, I don’t box fair, this ain’t Rocky
I don’t think I’m hard, but a n—- real cocky, huh

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