High Off Gun Powder
Chief Keef, Fredo Santana, Kodak Black
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Ayy man, y'all know what the f*ck goin' on, man Sniper gang shit, man big Z's, 26136, man Savage squad, Glo Ganged up You dig, you dig? Staying sober tryna drop albums But I get high off of gunpowder All this money keep a nigga calmer But it ain't nothin' to hit your whole block up But I ain't tryna go back to the bottom About the jewelry, I'ma die about 'em I'm glowed up, put that on my Z I'm poured up, I'm on promethazine I'm poured up, I'm on codeine (lean) That bitch want me, she gotta do my team (my team) We ride with .30's with them green beams (green beams) Kidnap a rapper ass, label gotta pay the fee I'm super savage, niggas know not to play with me (play with me) Kick that bitch out, nah, she can't lay with me (f*ck that thot) Niggas switchin' teams, what? Like they K.D (f*ck them niggas) But I'm really in the field like I'm A.B (what) Touchdown, hundred pounds up in AZ (let's get it) It's goin' down, you out of bounds if you want beef (you know it) Shoot a nigga down, hunnid round in my heat (grrah) I f*ck my bitch and pop some Xannys just to go to sleep (ya dig?) Staying sober, tryna drop albums But I get high off of gunpowder All this money keep a nigga calmer But it ain't nothin' to hit your whole block up But I ain't tryna go back to the bottom About the jewelry, I'ma die about 'em I'm glowed up, put that on my Z I'm poured up, I'm on promethazine The only stretch I'm doin' from a nap Turn a fuckin' crap to some craps Bitch give me face, if you gon' do it, do it 'SAP You say you want codeine, grab a cup and get a tap Blunt of that 'lato, always kickin' ass, catch a combo Zoom past faster than a bullet out a gun hole I ride, patrol out to get me, gotta dodge 'em like a pothole Told her that I'm on my way to crack her like a taco My flag with no stand, how I'm mothafuckin' tiltin' Livin' in the Hills, when you park, turn your wheel in Do a bitch bad, someone take me to detention All this fuckin' loud, someone take me to the incense Staying sober, tryna drop albums But I get high off of gunpowder All this money keep a nigga calmer But it ain't nothin' to hit your whole block up But I ain't tryna go back to the bottom About the jewelry, I'ma die about 'em I'm glowed up, put that on my Z I'm poured up, I'm on promethazine Sniper Gang, man, GBE, you know how we rockin', man Whole lot of gang shit, ya dig? Ya dig? Ya dig?
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Written by: Mac Sutphin
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