Charles Hamilton Three Pound Bullet Lyrics

Yo. I can't wait till the rodeo stops and the bullshit I face gets thrown it don't stop
I show n go no motive lows in my foes stroking the hoes that didn't notice when the door
Was so low, yeah I know I'm so hot, but I gotta chill I gotta knot at the bottom of my
Hill from running shit and I don't wanna hear, wanna feel pain while I'm running this here
Game. Give it to me everyone is real strange to the person that strange be real. I may
Be I'll but my ways are amazing. take a vacation I'm laying with a babe that feels that
I need to be protected by the navy seals cause I'm so precious that I may be steal
Well I meant stolen but when the kid going I attack your eardrum with a kimbo hit.

[Chorus:]
Loading up the son of a gun
There's a three pound bullet in the skkyyyy
Just accept my number as one
So please don't pull me from the skkyyy

If it's all love... cool address any issues directly to me it's a bless you and tissue
Type a transaction it's just what's right. You like the fan bad shit f*ck your life, flame on
My fire melts water when it's not frozen, not joking friends say I should stop smoking
I tell them all lick there lips. I got a list of 6 people legitimately I give a shit about
Them niggas figured out you violate me forget it nigga you out. Smiling faces of those
Who are on violation, misery says finally some people will visit me. So as you sit there Happy as a pig and slop I live a lot, piss is a rock and a river, scotch the drinking water
Is tainted and all of you taste it and all of you hate it, but it's all of your favorite

[Chorus:]
Loading up the son of a gun
There's a three pound bullet in the skkyyyy
Just accept my number as one
So please don't pull me from the skkyyy

If I polluted your mind with the music of my beautiful, I do it to many times to myself
To not be felt by the numberings. Some days I walk around my house getting dumb brained
Until my sheets got cum stains that blend, On the dress of a lady that came to win
Or came when she knew that the game would begin when I came and I vent about the
Day that I spent this whole verse, try to articulate. As smart as I made accept myself to be
I don't respect myself, you see. Cause respect can make his neck come check for me
I'm a check to it, no checks for me, I'm a grown ass man being treated like a f-ing she
Quarantined from this sex disease it's called love, so f*ck it! load my existence
I'm still hear going the distance.

[Chorus:]
Loading up the son of a gun
Charles Hamilton
There's a three pound bullet in the skkyyyy
Just accept my number as one
So please don't pull me from the skkyyy