[Intro: BabySantana]
Yeah
Go, go (Woah), go, go (Yeah, uh)
Go, go (Uh-uh-uh-uh), go, go, go (Ha)
Ah (Aha), ah (Aha, ah)
(Blick, bah-bah)
Yeah (Yeah), woah (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah), woah (Woah, woah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Ah, woah), ah (Yeah)
Woah (Ah)
[Verse 1: BabySantana]
Choppa on me, we might let you have it (Yeah-yeah)
I'm off the lean, I feel like an addict
I got that Chrome Hearts on my jacket
Knock off his dome, and act like we don't know what happened
Make him disappear, ain't talking no magic (Yeah)
Two Dracos, and they both get to clappin'
He is not shooting, boy don't want no action
We finna cut him in half like a fraction
He really talkin' on me, and he runnin' his mouth like I won't get a choppa or some'
He really talkin' on me like I won't get my choppa and let it go stupid or dumb
We finna pull up on him no matter where he lay, choppa make him run, Forrest, run
That little boy is not 'bout what he rapping, I know for a fact that he don't got no gun
I'm only fourteen, but I do not come up in second, 'cause I always come out in first
I got a Drac' in my lap and I feel like SoFaygo the way I put him in a hearse
I don't do drugs, but I really get out of my shirt when I go and pop me a lil' Perc'
My Glock must've came out a strip club 'cause them lil' hollow tips do really know how to twerk
I know they talking on gang, but the second we pull up that little boy finna be quiet
My pockets obese, and my pockets, they really on fat, but I don't think that they need a diet
I texted her phone, tell her that I'm finna pull up and she tell me that she so excited
Paid six-hundred for this Glock, message to the opps
Uh, uh, I ain't doing no fighting
SBA just hit, I feel like shine
Richard Mille hold my wrist, but I can't tell the time
I smoke weed, man, I get high
She say, "Tana, you so fly"
I see Moncler, then I'ma buy
Know I'm not an average guy, no-oh
Yeah
Go, go (Woah), go, go (Yeah, uh)
Go, go (Uh-uh-uh-uh), go, go, go (Ha)
Ah (Aha), ah (Aha, ah)
(Blick, bah-bah)
Yeah (Yeah), woah (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah), woah (Woah, woah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Ah, woah), ah (Yeah)
Woah (Ah)
[Verse 1: BabySantana]
Choppa on me, we might let you have it (Yeah-yeah)
I'm off the lean, I feel like an addict
I got that Chrome Hearts on my jacket
Knock off his dome, and act like we don't know what happened
Make him disappear, ain't talking no magic (Yeah)
Two Dracos, and they both get to clappin'
He is not shooting, boy don't want no action
We finna cut him in half like a fraction
He really talkin' on me, and he runnin' his mouth like I won't get a choppa or some'
He really talkin' on me like I won't get my choppa and let it go stupid or dumb
We finna pull up on him no matter where he lay, choppa make him run, Forrest, run
That little boy is not 'bout what he rapping, I know for a fact that he don't got no gun
I'm only fourteen, but I do not come up in second, 'cause I always come out in first
I got a Drac' in my lap and I feel like SoFaygo the way I put him in a hearse
I don't do drugs, but I really get out of my shirt when I go and pop me a lil' Perc'
My Glock must've came out a strip club 'cause them lil' hollow tips do really know how to twerk
I know they talking on gang, but the second we pull up that little boy finna be quiet
My pockets obese, and my pockets, they really on fat, but I don't think that they need a diet
I texted her phone, tell her that I'm finna pull up and she tell me that she so excited
Paid six-hundred for this Glock, message to the opps
Uh, uh, I ain't doing no fighting
SBA just hit, I feel like shine
Richard Mille hold my wrist, but I can't tell the time
I smoke weed, man, I get high
She say, "Tana, you so fly"
I see Moncler, then I'ma buy
Know I'm not an average guy, no-oh
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