[Intro: Calvary Kylan]
(Uh, ah-ah)
Uh, ah-ah, ah (Ah)
(Yeah, there go Kylan)
There go Kylan
(Ayy, ayy, and he wildin')
(Ah, ah, uh, uh)
(Talk to 'em)
Yeah
[Chorus: Calvary Kylan]
This a gold Drac', shells hit the ground, got plenty rounds, we leave a closed case (Grrah)
Bullets out the pound, we swerve around, they coming yo' way (Yeah)
I wasn't even full, they steady eating off my whole plate (Ha)
Opp bitch said she through, but I nutted on her whole face (Calvary Kylan)
They ask me is I'm thuggin', I said, "Fuck it (Brrt), bitch, it's no way"
Thirty Eight kinda rusty, still gonna bust and leave no trace (Yeah)
Oh, yeah, hе kinda ugly with long dreads, bitch, that's 4Way (Oh)
And bitch I signed a deal, but still gonna gеt it up in more ways
[Verse 1: Calvary Kylan]
Turn me up a notch, keep my Glock, them bullets hot (They hot)
We gonna swerve and hit the block, bro hit the corner, he get popped
I ain't trippin' 'bout no thot, play with respect, you gotta die
And plus I know these niggas slime, I see it out my fourth eye (Gang)
Bitch, I'm turnt up to the max, my other GAT tucked in the back
Always ducking her in public 'cause she don't know how to act (Act)
With that gang floating in the 'Raq, catch that bitch, he in the past
Stay on my pivot, never lack, bitch, if you lack, that's on your back (Grrt, that's on your back)
Back then use to hit them folks (Back then use to hit them folks)
Bet you play, I bet I hit at throats (Bet you play, I bet I hit at throats)
I made fifteen racks selling clothes (I made fifteen racks selling clothes)
Load up the trenches, I already hit all those
Now I put switch on every pole
I ain't trippin' 'bout no bitch, I told my brother, "Watch them grimy hoes"
And bitch, I'm bangin' black, beam paper just like Saints Row
And all these niggas on my dick because they ain't want see my blow
And you know that I love my bitch, but if she play, I let her go
(Uh, ah-ah)
Uh, ah-ah, ah (Ah)
(Yeah, there go Kylan)
There go Kylan
(Ayy, ayy, and he wildin')
(Ah, ah, uh, uh)
(Talk to 'em)
Yeah
[Chorus: Calvary Kylan]
This a gold Drac', shells hit the ground, got plenty rounds, we leave a closed case (Grrah)
Bullets out the pound, we swerve around, they coming yo' way (Yeah)
I wasn't even full, they steady eating off my whole plate (Ha)
Opp bitch said she through, but I nutted on her whole face (Calvary Kylan)
They ask me is I'm thuggin', I said, "Fuck it (Brrt), bitch, it's no way"
Thirty Eight kinda rusty, still gonna bust and leave no trace (Yeah)
Oh, yeah, hе kinda ugly with long dreads, bitch, that's 4Way (Oh)
And bitch I signed a deal, but still gonna gеt it up in more ways
[Verse 1: Calvary Kylan]
Turn me up a notch, keep my Glock, them bullets hot (They hot)
We gonna swerve and hit the block, bro hit the corner, he get popped
I ain't trippin' 'bout no thot, play with respect, you gotta die
And plus I know these niggas slime, I see it out my fourth eye (Gang)
Bitch, I'm turnt up to the max, my other GAT tucked in the back
Always ducking her in public 'cause she don't know how to act (Act)
With that gang floating in the 'Raq, catch that bitch, he in the past
Stay on my pivot, never lack, bitch, if you lack, that's on your back (Grrt, that's on your back)
Back then use to hit them folks (Back then use to hit them folks)
Bet you play, I bet I hit at throats (Bet you play, I bet I hit at throats)
I made fifteen racks selling clothes (I made fifteen racks selling clothes)
Load up the trenches, I already hit all those
Now I put switch on every pole
I ain't trippin' 'bout no bitch, I told my brother, "Watch them grimy hoes"
And bitch, I'm bangin' black, beam paper just like Saints Row
And all these niggas on my dick because they ain't want see my blow
And you know that I love my bitch, but if she play, I let her go
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