Sandro Says
Oh Oh, we once on a show
Once we be doing real rhymes with a flow
Once we be on those hoes so damn cold
And once we be kickin' right at your front door
Oh bro, who you gonna call?
Who you call?
Who you gonna call when we at your front door?
Don't even to think jus' to call to po-po'
You know who we are
We don't give a fuck bro!
You low, your hoe was beggin' me for mo'
Your brows were taking pic's with me on their phone!
You low, like low coaster on a road
I am a role-coaster for all you really want
They told they never had dis like dis befo'
They told they never had dis like dis befo'
Yah They told they never had dis like dis befo'
SND is on a microphone
Oh, and once we stepping in a show
And once we be doing real rhymes with the flow
And once we be on those hoes so damn cold
And once we be kickin' right at your front door
With the flow
With the dope
With a molly
With a smoke
With a gang of my brows
Who will shot you If you close
With a wrist full of ice
With a baby dat do nice
I don't want roll a dice
I'm already making money, yeah
And we Stepped in you hood
And already we got some more
You won't stop, till you bleed
With the hate that you never gon' show
And we Stepped in you hood
And already we got some more
You won't stop, till you bleed
With that hate dat you never gon' show
Once we be doing real rhymes with a flow
Once we be on those hoes so damn cold
And once we be kickin' right at your front door
Oh bro, who you gonna call?
Who you call?
Who you gonna call when we at your front door?
Don't even to think jus' to call to po-po'
You know who we are
We don't give a fuck bro!
You low, your hoe was beggin' me for mo'
Your brows were taking pic's with me on their phone!
You low, like low coaster on a road
I am a role-coaster for all you really want
They told they never had dis like dis befo'
They told they never had dis like dis befo'
Yah They told they never had dis like dis befo'
SND is on a microphone
Oh, and once we stepping in a show
And once we be doing real rhymes with the flow
And once we be on those hoes so damn cold
And once we be kickin' right at your front door
With the flow
With the dope
With a molly
With a smoke
With a gang of my brows
Who will shot you If you close
With a wrist full of ice
With a baby dat do nice
I don't want roll a dice
I'm already making money, yeah
And we Stepped in you hood
And already we got some more
You won't stop, till you bleed
With the hate that you never gon' show
And we Stepped in you hood
And already we got some more
You won't stop, till you bleed
With that hate dat you never gon' show
Credits
Writer(s): Alexandr Shumskiy
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