Текст песни Topanga - Isaya

Red rari key make me feel like Power Ranger
You need to come get yo bitch she in danger
Its Boy Meets World, finna fuck yo' Topanga
Boy we don't fuck with no goddamn stranger
I got that black cross, watch how it dangle
I said the Bats popped up, where yo chain go?
And when yo' money disappear, where yo thang go?
IG burnt out, damn where yo fame go?
Ex bitch burnt out, damn that's a shame though
Damn don't yo brother got you on his payroll?
I thought a fuck nigga was gettin' guap though
Ride in a C8, fuck is a top though
I push through Atlanta, I'm swervin them potholes
Yeah that lil' boy gone get sparked like a candle
I hit the dash, told that bitch grab the handle
Ain't playin' yo shit boy im changin' the channel
I rock Alyx boy, you rock a flannel
24 clip, it was sittin' on the mantle
24 bitches, it was 'bout to be a scandal
15 bitches that my nigga had ran through
15 conversations I had xanned through
Sike, 15 conversations i had perced through it
I was on too much damn drugs had to work though it
I was throwin' too much damn money
She gone twerk through it
I was sippin' too much damn lean, can't burp through it
I was buyin' too much damn clothes, man, the hurt'll do it
I ain't even tryna' take a nigga bitch, but the flirt'll do it
I ain't even tryna' make the bitch wet, but the squirt'll do it
I dont wanna FaceTime, tell that bitch I got a Samsung
All my niggas bleedin' hella red like a tampon,
If that's yo shit nigga go and put a stamp on it
If you want a problem, nigga I can put my camp on it
If you wanna problem, then the glock gone damp on it
And i got a 24 round, no jam on it
Brother got a XD, he gone go ham on it
If he wanna beef, we gone turn this shit to bologna
And the nigga big cap, yeah the nigga big phony
And my eye big red, yeah you know i'm big stoney
And i'm smokin big blunts nigga and yo shit bony

And I got a tech 9, nigga feelin like Tony
Yeah, Red rari key make me feel like Power Ranger
You need to come get yo bitch she in danger
Its Boy Meets World, finna fuck yo' Topanga
Boy we don't fuck with no goddamn stranger
I got that black cross, watch how it dangle
I said the Bats popped up, where yo chain go?
And when yo money disappear, where yo thang go?
IG burnt out, damn where yo fame go?
Ex bitch burnt out, damn its a shame though
Damn don't yo brother got you on his payroll?
I thought a fuck nigga was gettin' guap though
Ride in a C8, fuck is a top though
I push through Atlanta, i'm swervin them potholes
Yeah that lil' boy gone get sparked like a candle
I hit the dash, told that bitch grab the handle