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Teenage Disaster [feat. Afourteen] Lyrics

Well God bless America for My second amendment
Expressing gratitude for the right to bear arms under the second amendment of the US Constitution.

Gunshot, booyah motherfucker Gunshot, booyah motherfucker (levyonthetrack) Gunshot, booyah motherfucker gunshot, booyah Wait, wait, wait, wait, heh, reload
Celebrating the sound of gunfire and reloading the weapon in preparation for more violence.

Don't fuck with me I got nothing left to lose So fight with me, I got nothing left to prove
Warning others not to mess with the singer, who feels they have nothing to lose and no need to prove themselves.

Pop out with the chop out Pullin' up with guns shooting cops now Bitch wanna take a fuckin' pic When I walk out
Displaying a weapon and shooting at police officers, while also expressing frustration with someone taking a photo of the artist.

Yeah, I'm gonna pull out the choppa And shoot him in the head, like Click, click, click, click, reload, like Click, click, click, click, reload, like Click, click, click, click, reload Click, click, click, click, reload
Threatening to use a firearm with repeated clicking and reloading sounds.

Drugs, violence, blunt, then I light it Tie a boy down, bitch, don't try to fight it Get smacked up, this pussy wanna act up Cockin' the Glock Then I'm shooting 'til the sun up (Haha)
Glorifying drug use and violence, showcasing the singer's willingness to overpower others, and describing shooting until sunrise.

Fuck shit up when I come through I been shootin' cars while I'm Hanging out the sun-roof Selling body parts on the internet, bitch I need a cigarette last thing you'll see is My motherfuckin' silhouette
Causing destruction and shooting at cars while hanging out of the sunroof, selling body parts online, and ready for a cigarette before leaving a lasting impression.

Afourteen sign my tit's Like dyin' shit, I do that though I hop in that motherfucker Swingin' two pistols
Asking someone named Afourteen to sign the artist's breasts, while bragging about being willing to die and brandishing two pistols.

I get you're tryna go, I Got a special pistol I ain't even been on that note I be lighting up the spot when I walk in it I fuckin' swear I wish that everybody Didn't stop fuckin' with me, fight that boy Let off 37 shots and I ain't reload once He talkin' labels on my dick when I'm just tryin' these blunts And y'all should fuck with me He has everything to lose Y'all get pissed with me Click, click, click, reload Hold my dick, bitch, reload Click, click, click, click, reload
Expressing confidence in a special pistol, lighting up a room with the artist's presence, and wishing others would fight the artist. Taking pride in firing 37 shots without reloading and dismissing someone who talks about labels on the artist's genitalia. Encouraging others to support the artist, who has everything to lose, and anticipating more clicking and reloading sounds during violence.

Wake up, I drop shells then I pass out Wake up, I drop shells then I pass out Wake up, I drop shells then I pass out Wake up, I drop shells then I pass out Wake up, I drop shells then I pass out Yeah, yeah, yeah, pass out I drop shells then I pass out Wake up, I drop shells then I pass out
Repeating the phrase 'wake up, I drop shells then I pass out' to emphasize the artist's violent behavior and tendency to lose consciousness afterwards.

Get the fuck outta here, this ain't smart (Wake up, I drop shells)
Warning others to leave and avoid the dangerous situation, while repeating the phrase 'wake up, I drop shells.'