(Boibin, haha!)
[BabySantana:]
I call up on Tec incase that lil’ boy wanna talk down
If you see me and gang then you know you better run now
And I ain’t sparin’ nothin’ lil’ boy you gon’ get gunned down
Experimenting with the Glock cause we shoot it for fun now
Choppa bullets goin’ left right
If he talk down it’s on sight
And we gon’ run you over little boy it ain’t no headlights
And we got Glocks we don’t fight
My shooter knock yo head right
And just like it’s the purge my whole gang we killin’ all night
[Evvls:]
Runnin’ to the bag
Niggas stealin’ swag
Me and Tana off the map
Say you hard boy that’s cap
Like it’s Minecraft we stack
And my pockets on fat
Cause I fill em’ up with racks
Tana callin’ I put 10K on yo fuckin’ wrist
Pussy boy you broke I put 10K on my fuckin’ fit
Pussy talkin down we gon’ put em on a fuckin’ list
Gang gang, you went from a gangster to a fuckin’ bitch
[Yung Fazo:]
We gon’ run up with that gun up
My whole gang yeah we incredible we on the come up
If you talkin’ down then we got choppas we gone get you done up
Me & Tana we get high high, til’ the sun up
Yea, she ain’t show me love back then (oo-hoo)
Like how many hoes, got like ten (woo-hoo)
Yea they hated but now, they just all my fans yeah
And I stack it up, they watch me count my bands yeah
[Slayer77:]
Uh, I’m finna walk with fire
I do not care because I’m finna keep it close
Checkin him because he think he the man in this bitch but he finna get hit in the nose
I’m finna get that bag for us
You stupid lil’ bitch I don’t give a fuck
And you already know that I’m not a child
And niggas know that I came with this shit tucked
Look at me I don’t got limiters
Oh my God walkin with vinegar
Need an inhibiter
Oh my God shawty angelic she told me that she want my celibacy
I’m finna chill with her
Oh my God, I just be packin & smackin and all of my niggas attackin’ him
Oh my God shawty affectionate
Uh Uh Uh nigga I’m puttin’ my back in it (yeah)
[FarrellB:]
Y-Y-Yeah we killin’ all night
This choppa it got fangs, rawr
Gone bite you, that’s on sight
I just got that bag poured up 2-Liters of that sprite
(P-P-Plug)
I just hit her once, pussy make me go night, night
Niggas lift ’bout 40 to get hit with this 40
Shoutout to lil’ Tana you know that is my woadie
Choppa live that sweet life, Zack and Cody
That choppa got a beam and we gone aim at ya brodie
[Surge:]
We don’t stop at red lights
Play with gang you dead, right?
Fuck ’bout what you said, right?
My bitch give me head right
I just popped a med bite
These lil’ boys be fed right
Shooter got some dreads right
Kel-Tec, no I won’t fight
My choppa singin’ figuero
I just wanna fuck swear I don’t need ya tho’
Too much diamonds on my mind no I can’t feed a hoe
Call Tana with the choppa know he keep a pole
[Slump6s:]
Hit a nigga, it’s gone make his head split
Strong shooter, lift his lil’ body like a deadlift
But I pull up on em’ that nigga swear he ain’t said shit
That lil’ hoe up on me she tellin’ me I’m the best shit
Nigga think he tough, then we givin’ him the after-thought
Choppa like a eel, it’s gone make him have a after-shock
Prayin’ that I miss, so I’m callin’ it a pastor Glock
Shooters finna’ put em’ in the sky like a astronaut
[yvngxchris:]
Killin’ all these niggas I’ma slide off in the bentley
I say shorty hella sexy but you know I’m being friendly
Bitch I’m ridin’ with the Glocky pussy nigga do not test me
She say “young Chris can you slide I need yo ass to break and bend me”
Bitch I’m slidin’ in the Vette
You pullin’ up in Honda Civics
Niggas love to say they ballin, bitch you not even prolific
Nigga you not my gang why the fuck you think that we can kick it
Got a bitch her name Dior, but I’m not steppin’ in no Christians
[Xhulooo:]
Get that bag, and run it up you know I did that
If you talkin’ down then we gone pop you like a tic-tac
Sick-hit like baseball you know I’m a hit that
Break em’ like a kit-kat
Draco blow his wig back
I got drakes but I ain’t talkin’ bout Josh boy
Catch a opp boy, you know we gone shoot just like we blocboy
Body shoppin’ we finna hunt you bet not get knocked boy
Whole gang goin’ crazy and we can’t stop boy
[Raeusi:]
D-D-Dash to that bag, money stretch like elastic
Put my choppa undertaker put you in yo casket
Covid, I’m outta school but I still made a classic
Can’t see a damn thing, shoutout Xhu
(Where’s my glasses?)
I get on the mic make a hit
I am ’bout to fuck on yo bitch
You niggas are trash I admit
My skill you will never touch it
They like “Rae, why you had to put that last part in?”
You pussy niggas might be babies fuck around and jack ya shit (Yeah)
[Marrgielaa:]
Aye bruh, good shit my nigga Santana bruh
Shoutout everyone who hopped on this shit bruh
This shit hard as fuck, If y’all listenin’ right now make sure ya’ll fuck with all the niggas on this shit
And if you ain’t fuckin’ with my nigga Santana you a bitch!
(Gun-Shot)
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