Really makin plays but that’s some shit I never talk about
Niggas really gay they say it’s smoke then it’s a run around
Before I cop a bow I need a mask and a 30 round
That ho fuck wit tha ops I’ll give her dick but she can’t come around
I remember being dusty now that broke word don’t come out a mouth
Black and yellow like it’s Pittsburgh but shit came from tha south
Mellow yellow and perc third , bitch know I ain neva lost
Before I post , I go ghost pop back up an then I snake em off
I might go fuck yo hoe do a hit then play some mini golf
On me these people piss me off
Sending hits but you miss tha dog
I’m strapped up but Ian scared at all
Money, money, my catalog
Dummy funny he be acting hard
I’ma text for i pop it off
You know me not soft at all
Try me get pop like Tylenol
And it ain no kap my dreads too long
White tee on me ion like vlone
A different bracket my bread too long
Gimme toppy then lemme lone
I’m geeked up off this styrofoam
Trenches viewing the shit I’m on
Bitch I’m Yung Santana
Purple bandana all on my banana
Let that lil hoe eat my dick on tha camera
Ain worried bout nun I fuck wit my hammer
Treat that bitch like a slut, yeah, she know ima pass her
Steady be talk she think she a pastor
Round of a 30 on tha stick ima rapper
Demons be creeping on me from tha last one
Can’t get that boy then he gon be a bastard
Knockin his head make it look like a custard
LV my Glock what i pop gon be custom
HeadCutta shit all I know is to hustle
Got this straight off of some love and the rest was my muscle
Somewhat important no time for tha tussle
Sending my bullets you Tyler I’m Russell , (Wilson)
Straight out tha hood Ain no hiding I’m thugga
Ride or die , ride til you die for yo brother
Never switch sides ima die as a Cutta
Ride or die , ride til you die for yo brother
Never switch sides ima die as a Cutta
Niggas really gay they say it’s smoke then it’s a run around
Before I cop a bow I need a mask and a 30 round
That ho fuck wit tha ops I’ll give her dick but she can’t come around
I remember being dusty now that broke word don’t come out a mouth
Black and yellow like it’s Pittsburgh but shit came from tha south
Mellow yellow and perc third , bitch know I ain neva lost
Before I post , I go ghost pop back up an then I snake em off
I might go fuck yo hoe do a hit then play some mini golf
On me these people piss me off
Sending hits but you miss tha dog
I’m strapped up but Ian scared at all
Money, money, my catalog
Dummy funny he be acting hard
I’ma text for i pop it off
You know me not soft at all
Try me get pop like Tylenol
And it ain no kap my dreads too long
White tee on me ion like vlone
A different bracket my bread too long
Gimme toppy then lemme lone
I’m geeked up off this styrofoam
Trenches viewing the shit I’m on
Bitch I’m Yung Santana
Purple bandana all on my banana
Let that lil hoe eat my dick on tha camera
Ain worried bout nun I fuck wit my hammer
Treat that bitch like a slut, yeah, she know ima pass her
Steady be talk she think she a pastor
Round of a 30 on tha stick ima rapper
Demons be creeping on me from tha last one
Can’t get that boy then he gon be a bastard
Knockin his head make it look like a custard
LV my Glock what i pop gon be custom
HeadCutta shit all I know is to hustle
Got this straight off of some love and the rest was my muscle
Somewhat important no time for tha tussle
Sending my bullets you Tyler I’m Russell , (Wilson)
Straight out tha hood Ain no hiding I’m thugga
Ride or die , ride til you die for yo brother
Never switch sides ima die as a Cutta
Ride or die , ride til you die for yo brother
Never switch sides ima die as a Cutta
( CuttaBoy Santana )
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