[Intro: Sav12, Beny Jr]
The feds got gang on obbo, they wanna know who's getting that guap in
Strikez in the mix
Ahora todos hacen esto, ahora todos dicen esto
Que so' lo' de la más calle pero dime, ¿tomas el riesgo?
[Verse 1: Sav12]
Sav12 I'm back, I hope that everyone's locked in (I hope, I hope)
This weren't part of the plan, it's what my supporters wanted
Ayy, in and out of the bando
Got all of the neighbours watching (Ah)
The feds got gang on obbo
They wanna know who's getting that guap in (Why?)
When I chase this dough like pizza
And I- And I got beef with the topping
That day no nank had to back man down while bro was doing up robbing (Oi gimmie dat)
Ayy, this is the field and it's not like Gotham (No, no)
This shit gets real
My shoe's dead have red on the bottom (Trust me)
Ayy, any violations, I haven't forgotten (No)
And now- And now I got racks, I'll splash that cash
Have shooters plottin' (Boom-boom)
And yeah I'm hands off, but I got my young boy shottin'
End of the week, might go trotters (Ah)
That's buss down chains and watches
Twelve boys we active, out front no camping (Man know)
We ching anyone that gets captured (Splash)
Make the rambo rip through fabric (Ching, ching)
Ah, dammit, three in a week
Fabulous hat-trick
Smile on face, that news fantastic
Too much bands, can't fit in elastic (Too much man)
The feds got gang on obbo, they wanna know who's getting that guap in
Strikez in the mix
Ahora todos hacen esto, ahora todos dicen esto
Que so' lo' de la más calle pero dime, ¿tomas el riesgo?
[Verse 1: Sav12]
Sav12 I'm back, I hope that everyone's locked in (I hope, I hope)
This weren't part of the plan, it's what my supporters wanted
Ayy, in and out of the bando
Got all of the neighbours watching (Ah)
The feds got gang on obbo
They wanna know who's getting that guap in (Why?)
When I chase this dough like pizza
And I- And I got beef with the topping
That day no nank had to back man down while bro was doing up robbing (Oi gimmie dat)
Ayy, this is the field and it's not like Gotham (No, no)
This shit gets real
My shoe's dead have red on the bottom (Trust me)
Ayy, any violations, I haven't forgotten (No)
And now- And now I got racks, I'll splash that cash
Have shooters plottin' (Boom-boom)
And yeah I'm hands off, but I got my young boy shottin'
End of the week, might go trotters (Ah)
That's buss down chains and watches
Twelve boys we active, out front no camping (Man know)
We ching anyone that gets captured (Splash)
Make the rambo rip through fabric (Ching, ching)
Ah, dammit, three in a week
Fabulous hat-trick
Smile on face, that news fantastic
Too much bands, can't fit in elastic (Too much man)
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