Santana
300
Lz
Glory Boyz
Lets get it
45 I got that, 30 clip thats in that
Them problems? Dont want that
Trust me we on that, pop a pill Im on that
She a bad bitch I hit that, I smash that and quit that
You know Im getting that Im getting that Im getting that
300 Im with that, fuck all that chit chat
Aint got time get kidnapped, all you hear is click clack
Them bangers blow, you get whacked
Them hollow tips you feel that, you feel that, you feel that
Money talk I hear that, street shit I live that
You aint did what I did, Im in the shit, Im in the shit
Im off the shit, let off the clip
Shoot with the shit, then off the bitch
She rocking wrong not how Im rocking with
Got bad bitches come see me
Bang Bang like Chief Keef, R.I.P to Odee
R.I.P to Big Lean, got big techs got big macs
Got big 30s with big beams, trust me you dont want that
Got big guns we on that, we on that we on that
Off a pill Im on that, sipping lean Im on that
Smoking loud Im on that, getting money Im on that
Fucking hoes Im on that, shooting niggas Im on that
Im on that, Im on that, Im on that, Im on that
Im on that, we on that, now bullets flying past yo head
For that money Im holding, dont care about it I throw that
Kush yeah I smoke that and God damn Im choking
Im rolling, Im rolling, Im rolling, Im rolling
Rob you you holding, for my niggas Im blowing
Give me the gun Ill blow then, shoot you, you, and yo mans
So much soda and coke man, Im into coke then soda man
Big guns flip yo bro man & duck clips; its so expand
I send niggas to do hits, have yo bitch sucking my dick
And the whole 300 clique, and thats who she coming with
Shooting niggas Im on that, OTF Im with that
This Kush let me hit that, that reg shit forget that
Shooting niggas Im with that, popping Xan pills to forget that
You aint did what I did, I aint gotta shoot Ill send hitters
Matter fact them 10 year niggas, and I only fuck with real niggas
And when its time, they always down to ride around and kill niggas