[Intro: TrapMadeJason]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 1: TrapMadeJason]
Hop out the car, run that boy down, we put a hole in his head (Uh, uh, uh)
Fifty-round drum under my Glock, I put it all in his head
I been huntin' my opps and searching for drops, but I know that these niggas scared (Uh)
I just jumped out and frrt-frrt-frrt-frrt and them niggas fled (Uh)
I just jump out and frrt-frrt-frrt-frrt, yeah, I put them rounds on your head
If he try to run, we run that boy down, yeah, we leavin' niggas for dead
If he try to run, we run that boy down, put rounds in the back of his head
Uh, reach for this chain? No, I ain't gon' go, nigga, I'm too full of these meds
Yeah, reach for this chain? No, I ain't gon' go, I'm sending niggas to heaven, uh
I put a box on the back of this Glock, I'm totin' exotic weapons (Uh, uh)
Box on this Glock, make it shoot fast, I fell in love with my weapon
I put racks on your hеad, I just go to the safe and put it on top of your melon
It ain't no lovе in the streets, so I don't show no mercy, I walk down, might slime me your mama
I'm in the 'Rango with Kan and we slidin' with Dracs, I call him baby Osama
[Verse 2: Kankan]
I'm in this 'Rango with Trap, I know we runnin' up, pshh, we runnin' up racks
You know we ridin' with the MAC, finna go Maybach truck, I'm gettin' tired of the 'Cat
Run, bustin' my Kel, nigga, these pussy-ass rap niggas wack
ReallyRich mafia shit, get a nigga knocked off, write that shit off on my taxes
Yea, fuck a case, ho, you ain't gettin' locked, we in LA if the H get hot
Mods on the Drac', make a nigga move out, soon as they pay, nigga, it's flyin' out
You know we got Russian sticks just like the Taliban
Just left the bank with them racks, I walk in Bottega, spend racks like a madman
No, I ain't savin' no sluts, yeah, even these fuck niggas know I ain't Batman
Turn on they block and just only see blood and hear the hrrt, leave him in a trashcan
I be on Eastside, Rolls-Royce trucks with V12s, fast as shit
Only me and Guap know countin' up racks, I'm thumbin' as fast as I can
Ayy, me and Guap, we coutin' up racks, just pass me a rubber band
I'm in the trap, now we slidin' in Cali, these Dracos like Taliban
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 1: TrapMadeJason]
Hop out the car, run that boy down, we put a hole in his head (Uh, uh, uh)
Fifty-round drum under my Glock, I put it all in his head
I been huntin' my opps and searching for drops, but I know that these niggas scared (Uh)
I just jumped out and frrt-frrt-frrt-frrt and them niggas fled (Uh)
I just jump out and frrt-frrt-frrt-frrt, yeah, I put them rounds on your head
If he try to run, we run that boy down, yeah, we leavin' niggas for dead
If he try to run, we run that boy down, put rounds in the back of his head
Uh, reach for this chain? No, I ain't gon' go, nigga, I'm too full of these meds
Yeah, reach for this chain? No, I ain't gon' go, I'm sending niggas to heaven, uh
I put a box on the back of this Glock, I'm totin' exotic weapons (Uh, uh)
Box on this Glock, make it shoot fast, I fell in love with my weapon
I put racks on your hеad, I just go to the safe and put it on top of your melon
It ain't no lovе in the streets, so I don't show no mercy, I walk down, might slime me your mama
I'm in the 'Rango with Kan and we slidin' with Dracs, I call him baby Osama
[Verse 2: Kankan]
I'm in this 'Rango with Trap, I know we runnin' up, pshh, we runnin' up racks
You know we ridin' with the MAC, finna go Maybach truck, I'm gettin' tired of the 'Cat
Run, bustin' my Kel, nigga, these pussy-ass rap niggas wack
ReallyRich mafia shit, get a nigga knocked off, write that shit off on my taxes
Yea, fuck a case, ho, you ain't gettin' locked, we in LA if the H get hot
Mods on the Drac', make a nigga move out, soon as they pay, nigga, it's flyin' out
You know we got Russian sticks just like the Taliban
Just left the bank with them racks, I walk in Bottega, spend racks like a madman
No, I ain't savin' no sluts, yeah, even these fuck niggas know I ain't Batman
Turn on they block and just only see blood and hear the hrrt, leave him in a trashcan
I be on Eastside, Rolls-Royce trucks with V12s, fast as shit
Only me and Guap know countin' up racks, I'm thumbin' as fast as I can
Ayy, me and Guap, we coutin' up racks, just pass me a rubber band
I'm in the trap, now we slidin' in Cali, these Dracos like Taliban
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