Ray Bans Marrgielaa (Ft. 1oneam, baby evil & ohsxnta)
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[Intro]
When y'all say I stopped here
(Boy-)
Watch this again, hol' on-
[Chorus: wildkarduno]
Knock his head off, he do all that cappin' (Pussy ahh niggas)
I told that bitch, "I want gun attachments"
Not living like that, that nigga rappin'
Pop out the cut and the pistols clappin'
Bag on his head, since he think he trappin'
Bread on his head, ain't no hand dappin'
[Verse 1: wildkarduno]
Call Smoke, pop out at the A, nigga (Straight like that, nigga)
Two Glocks, it's night and day, nigga
Young nigga, I feel like Trey, nigga
Bands on me, I feel like Ray, nigga
Too many TEC's hangin' out the car
If you play wit' the gang, you get smoked, cigar (Gang)
Try to run off, you ain't goin' far (Okay, I got the video, I got the video)
Pound on me, I'on serve out the jar (On gang)
Yeah, it's bread on his head, we gon' get 'em
He a Monkey, nigga, we gon' split him
You better hope .223 bullets gon' hit you
And we pop out the cut and we gonna get wit' you
And my gang goin' up, nigga, just gettin' richer
My white plug down the street, man, he call me a n*****
You a cap ahh nigga, he ain't pull no trigger (Gang)
When y'all say I stopped here
(Boy-)
Watch this again, hol' on-
[Chorus: wildkarduno]
Knock his head off, he do all that cappin' (Pussy ahh niggas)
I told that bitch, "I want gun attachments"
Not living like that, that nigga rappin'
Pop out the cut and the pistols clappin'
Bag on his head, since he think he trappin'
Bread on his head, ain't no hand dappin'
[Verse 1: wildkarduno]
Call Smoke, pop out at the A, nigga (Straight like that, nigga)
Two Glocks, it's night and day, nigga
Young nigga, I feel like Trey, nigga
Bands on me, I feel like Ray, nigga
Too many TEC's hangin' out the car
If you play wit' the gang, you get smoked, cigar (Gang)
Try to run off, you ain't goin' far (Okay, I got the video, I got the video)
Pound on me, I'on serve out the jar (On gang)
Yeah, it's bread on his head, we gon' get 'em
He a Monkey, nigga, we gon' split him
You better hope .223 bullets gon' hit you
And we pop out the cut and we gonna get wit' you
And my gang goin' up, nigga, just gettin' richer
My white plug down the street, man, he call me a n*****
You a cap ahh nigga, he ain't pull no trigger (Gang)
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