Tech N9ne – Mo’ Ammo (feat. Murs & Rittz) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)


Put your ear to the speaker, get you high

The Dough made you notice DIBKIS (I gotta stop)
I fucked her throat and filmed it, now that’s what I call a gag reel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
We got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Or like I’m Yeezy, selling Yeezys, I’ll be Goddamned
And she mean business, she says she love to ride it all night
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
Bogus bitches you Ho’s fictitious and Low wit glitches
No, what the fuck is that?
I’m in the booth whippin’ merch like I’m in the kitchen
I mean the internet, I mean that fucking app
Got her hooked like I was deep sea fishing

Again and again we win, while all you do is catch L’s
Cause I been drinkin like a camel, (yeah?)
Guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
I like to think that I’m top five like Jada does
A million views, we lookin’ good, but no dough
Guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
[Hook: Murs]
These roguish wishes is so ridiculous
We got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Growed with killas who rolled with Milla’s
[Verse 2: Rittz]
She open wide and sat still
[Hook: Murs]

You play and talk to me, you sweet as lemonade or punch
Military sack strapped with some Roman candles
You gotta buy these VIP tickets, understand?
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Tried to play me like a piano, (yeah?)
We fucked and now it turned into a weekly visit
Go back on my double time shit and I bet you I spazz out
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
I’m like Jeezy, selling tickets like it’s fucking snow
Some soulless niggas who go get liquor then blow spliffs wit ya
Now I’m about to go Rambo packin’ mo’ ammo nigga!
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
Flows is gifted I get throwed get twisted then bro gets wicked when I spit I’m bout to kill em and a soul is lifted (That nigga hot)
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
I mean a stream is just a dream unless you’re front row
I’m ’bout to light it up like it’s Independence Day
[Verse 1: Murs]
I do it underground, that’s the independent way
trippin! Image really need refinement let a nigga help recreate yo flow, and I’m gon’ design it to make mo’ dough shake mo Ho’s hey bro bro, this that N9ne shit! (why?)
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
We got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
I met her at a show (oh)
Speeding past these rappers like they traffic cops with radar guns
Strange Music going stupid, it’s your new addiction
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Revolvers on as fuck if you a boxer or a black belt
Should’ve packed, yeah
I got a dinner date, I’m ten minutes late
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
And counting so much money that my fingertips got paperc uts
Can’t you say that captain saved a slut, I met your lady once
My rap assignment give the industry an alignment rapper’s ain’t goin straight no mo’
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
[Hook: Murs]

My father ain’t a farmer but his son became a cash cow
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
I seen the sunlight, woke up and play some Maxwell
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
I’m in my bass pro camo, lookin’ like a Rambo
Look, if you ain’t gave me my props yet, you late as fuck

With this chick that I met up on the internate
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
I really get head and she got suction like a Dyson Upright
Popo suspicious we sold tricks fixes to hold big riches
I mean a meth head, I met her in the fucking trap (huh?)
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel