Skymint (feat. Keko)

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Phew
Big Band$, Kold Blooded
Gang, Woo
Gang, aye (Aye Quan, turn the beat up)
Goddamn, Goddamn, Goddamn
Goddamn, Goddamn Goddamn, Goddamn
Goddamn nigga, damn nigga, damn nigga
Phew, phew, ha (Big Bands Entertainment)
Chopper hit ya eyelid, get high as Skymint
Chasing to this money cuz I'm always grinding
Walk up to yo party, o got my Glock in
You don't want no beef boy, ima get to sparking
You better stay in yo lane cuz everybody keep dying
Man I don't give no f*ck, F&N keep chopping
You better tuck yo chain cuz my niggas robbing
And bitch I get paid, I don't do no college
Yeah I'm war ready, I'm straight from Lansing
Chopper with a drumkit, let's get to blaming
She's staring at me, told that bitch to neck me
I shot him with a AK now he's stretching, Woo
Yeah that nigga a dead man
Yeah I came up in this bitch, you know I keep on flexing
BBE, that's the gang, yeah you know we family
Doing all that damn dissing, that's the reason you dead, man
Yeah that nigga kept on talking, chopper knock him out his shoes
Pussy nigga wanna beef with us, we put him on the news
I don't do none of that talking, yeah we had to grab the tool
Yeah you know my nigga Quan young & reckless, yeah he rude
I don't give a damn and yeah you know I got a bad bitch too
Yeah she always in the seat and yeah she keep a chopper, too
Pussy nigga wanna beef with us, we smoke exotic too
Smoking zips, got them choppers yeah you know we'll shoot at you, pussy
He talking all that shit, got hit with the drac
I ain't got time for goddamn hate, I was tryna get me some pape
Got my TEC 9, got my AR, call that double date
Telling me I can't keep my job cuz I was running late
223's hit his chest, now his body stank (Ugh)
You got yo chop, I got my chop bitch, let's choppa race
If you still in this game boy there's no escape
Pussy acting like he tough, FN hit his face
'Member I was nine, I used to act like Gucci Mane
Now they call me the trap god, we been trapping everyday
Smoking blunts everyday, I can't feel my face
You don't even want these hands cuz I keep my drac (aye)
They like "Quan, what is you doing?", don't you see me, I'm shooting
You better go to school, boy I got a chopper with my ruler
Run up on you with my ruger
Finna disturb the peace like Luda
Now I'm finna teach these young boys
I remember when I was a student
No BloodGang but I be booling
They like "Quan, did you shot a opp?" and "How you do it?"
"How you got so much money in you pocket, you be fooling"
I'm rich now, but I still hop out with drac's, is you consuming?
Don't diss me, boy I'll put on in your head
He said he can't wait to die, so we had to make his bed
Yeah I love my K, but I gotta keep my FIN (F&N)
Man you don't want this probs this choppa gonna buss yo head
I'm from the south side and I stand on it, that's what I said
We pulled up on his block, let of shots, that's how I play it
You better get a umbrella, cuz this chopper get to raining
He said he wanted smoke, we pulled up, and now he dead
If them niggas wanna beef with us so we gone kill em
He say he bulletproof, them chopper bullets had to feel him
He dead in four days, so his momma ain't gone miss him
And Quan gives a damn cuz you know he keep his pistol
Man it's gone be a world war VIII, I got my missiles
Man I been freestyling all my life, don't need no pencil
He dead in the woods so the wolves have to sniff him
Two choppers in the back like we riding in the rental, Yeah
Gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang (Phew)
Gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, (Aye, aye, phew, aye)
Gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang (Aye, aye, aye)
Gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang (Aye, aye)
Too Wack shit, pussy

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