Текст песни Ja - Santanna

Hit the gas can't pull up by a church we in a demon
Hop out palm angels I ain't made a hit but I got remix
Stop tripping about them bitches two Jackson's she let you beat it
We balling got the opps hot but this ar can heat sense
Don't call me about no ho I put the bro on her
I just spent racks on these stones I'm a cold stunner
They thought I held the door for ja boy them pros coming
Ain't got shit to say to twelve
Boy I don't know nothing

Heard that nigga got hit up with that glock yeah
Love bodies dropping sick that I ain't get to watch yeah
Sucka nigga looking for love that is not there
Ain't hit that ho I let her eat it then I bought her hair
Always knew I'd have racks them niggas was playing games
Got niggas gone I'm sick that they ain't see my better days
Was tryna pass but niggas changed like they flipped the play
I turned the trap to Chick-fil-A
Three of wocht can't stay awake
I poured it in a lemonade
They treat me like a rookie I'm tryna pull up in that vet
When I was down they turned they back I had to deal with that neglect
Splizzy had got me too high so I stopped fucking with that tech
Dog her barely caller
When I do it's for the neck

Hit the gas can't pull up by a church we in a demon
Hop out palm angels I ain't made a hit but I got remix
Stop tripping about them bitches two Jackson's she let you beat it
We balling got the opps hot but this ar can heat sense
Don't call me about no ho I put the bro on her
I just spent racks on these stones I'm a cold stunner
They thought I held the door for ja boy them pros coming
Ain't got shit to say to twelve
Boy I don't know nothing

Still trap like we ain't already rich
Hit the Stu to speak my mind I need a perky script
Them niggas told ain't even call you by your government
Ain't need no badge what department them niggas working in
Unemployment but my young nigga he can work the sig
Know some ho's that shot me down bet they won't curve again
Rip Tre way know he a never hurt again
Know that he was tryna up that glock and stand on biz
I'm tryna figure out this shit but ain't no code to it
I know the feds wanna see me locked I'm tryna blow through it
Nigga tried to play me pussy I was onto it
Niggas watching me tryna see just what the goat doing

Hit the gas can't pull up by a church we in a demon
Hop out palm angels I ain't made a hit but I got remix
Stop tripping about them bitches two Jackson's she let you beat it
We balling got the opps hot but this ar can heat sense
Don't call me about no ho I put the bro on her
I just spent racks on these stones I'm a cold stunner
They thought I held the door for ja boy them pros coming
Ain't got shit to say to twelve
Boy I don't know nothing