psy & dank

Nigga living like twin Walk down run down Run in yo spot wit dat mf drac I'm smoking real deal za When I walk in the function That shit smell like pussy & dank Know I'm in love with money These niggas they slacking Im outside upping my rank Know when my shooter start tripping He leaving shit red So you might as well clear out the place Sipping on uh (DAMNNN) Sipping on drank and I told my bro pour up a 8th Told dat boy roll up a wood Man, im tryna get so high i can't even thank I woke up feeling so good, man, I'm tryna get so high, Higher den space Said he feel like the goat, man, I might just send four or five shots to his face Walk in this bitch, and I feel like the great Got on a fit, leave a stun on her face F*ck boy wanna talk on my brother get faced Popping dem percs, made my bro go insane Shooters like Snipers, my sticks come with range We spinnin' blacks ina all-black range Leaving shit red, it's the whole lot of stains Yea, We leaveing shit dead, leaving mommas in pain Masked killers just like Bane Got some real masked killers, my niggas insane I just chopped out the brain in the Bentley Musane And I'm singing to bitches, I feel like im Tank Crazy artillery, pull up in tanks Sneaky young nigga, you play, you get shanked Real deal scammers, tell me where you bank Can't put you on if yo ass not the gang, Bitch F*ck then I passed to my gang Assist All black coupe with the 5 Percent Niggas talking on gang then we poppin' his shit Nigga play, I'ma get this shit, poppin' like zit Oh that's yo ho, got ha poppin' a tit Niggas hate I'm at the top of this shit Bitch, I'm that nigga, I'm poppin' my shit Said he want smoke he not talking about shit Shooter gon' roll if I set em the pick Say he on O' well we sending a blitz Yea dat choppa divorce his shit we leave em split F*ck nigga, play smoke his shit like a Nic Nigga play smoke his shit, like that boy was a swisher Black and white stripes on my fit like a Official She f*ck wit me, cause they say I'm Official I see something foul, stick gon' blow like a whistle Real John Wick, way I stay with the pistol My shooter gon' range, he gon' blow shit like missile He say I fucked on his hoe, then I meant to Leave that boy stuck like he in a Gengustu Stand on my money, yeah, I turn like 10'2 Can't show no love, I got motion to tend to High off exotic, I'm smoking the pen too Oh, that's yo hoe, well I swear I'll be gentle Doggin' the hoe then I pass to my friend too Say that's his hoe, but just look what we did to ha You just a nigga she go home and vent to I'm just a nigga that go to give dick to ha Popping my shit, you would think that I came with a dog in me, Pitbull Y'all niggas totin dem Smittys, My niggas riding round with the missiles Say he that nigga we get that shit changed like that boy was a mis-order Stay with them niggas, that chop shit Nigga wanna play, he might get shorter Walk down run down Run in yo spot wit dat mf drac I'm smoking real deal za When I walk in the function That shit smell like pussy & dank Know I'm in love with money These niggas they slacking Im outside upping my rank Know when my shooter start tripping He leaving shit red So you might as well clear out the place Sipping on Sipping on drank and I told my bro pour up a 8th Told dat boy roll up a wood, man, im tryna get so high i can't even thank I woke up feeling so good, man, I'm tryna get so high, Higher den space Said he feel like the goat, man, I might just send four or five shots to his face Four or five shots to his face Yeah, uh, four or five shots to his face