SHADOWBAN
See I am posted with the crew
Aye catch me at the mall wasting bands until I'm screwed
Spend. I'm going dumb I'm going cool
But the 45 still stuck on me so please don't try a move
But see y'all dumb so I know you still gone try me
And there ain't no take see back sees when I put you in that Ernie
So tell me who is worthy. Better grab some mits
Cause when I put you down there ain't no coming back. There ain't no gulag kid
I got my hand upon the wheel while I'm spinning on each block
Cause I been seeking all them niggas who got em death threats with no mops
Aye if they really want that static, I'll up that sizzle make em pop
He pop lock and drop it by how my rocket made that nigga flop
He didn't know how we slide up on these oppers like some otters
Aye we were all five deep like look at us we set for slaughter
Aye I guess he didn't know that we be out here for the slaughter
I'll smoke his mother and his farther cause I'm really bout that plotter
Aye nigga really caught that shimmy shimmy
We felt like Santa how we slide up on his hood with them Chimney Sizzle
We merking oppers for the giggle
Aye the cripple dropped and wiggle
We still sent bullets he got Chiseled
Aye it wasn't well
He got sent to hell
And I really don't feel bad
He's not important he's an oh well
Money what's on my mind what he didn't have
and if he did he would of live but at the end of the day rest lad
Bop bop bop bop bop
Got em moving now
Yawk yawk yawk yawk yawk
Oh they shooting now
Bop bop bop
And we zooming out
Yawk yawk yawk
With my uzi now
Got em in the trunk. What the fuck? With my Cartier
Ima fuck em up in the ice like a Hockey game
Got my glizzy tucked like wassup? Let my Tommy sang
Ima double dutch with my blood with my fucking gang
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. Ima slit his fucking throat
Ima fuck his bitch, throw a fit, then I'll fucking go
240 sx in the streets burning rubber on the floor
Drift on a bitch. Ima let her choke on all da smoke
Grip my gun. No running from a blood
My blood want smoke. No I guess that aint my blood
Bitch I'm up. I stunt until I'm numb
I do it for the fun and I'm smoking on my blunt
Aye catch me at the mall wasting bands until I'm screwed
Spend. I'm going dumb I'm going cool
But the 45 still stuck on me so please don't try a move
But see y'all dumb so I know you still gone try me
And there ain't no take see back sees when I put you in that Ernie
So tell me who is worthy. Better grab some mits
Cause when I put you down there ain't no coming back. There ain't no gulag kid
I got my hand upon the wheel while I'm spinning on each block
Cause I been seeking all them niggas who got em death threats with no mops
Aye if they really want that static, I'll up that sizzle make em pop
He pop lock and drop it by how my rocket made that nigga flop
He didn't know how we slide up on these oppers like some otters
Aye we were all five deep like look at us we set for slaughter
Aye I guess he didn't know that we be out here for the slaughter
I'll smoke his mother and his farther cause I'm really bout that plotter
Aye nigga really caught that shimmy shimmy
We felt like Santa how we slide up on his hood with them Chimney Sizzle
We merking oppers for the giggle
Aye the cripple dropped and wiggle
We still sent bullets he got Chiseled
Aye it wasn't well
He got sent to hell
And I really don't feel bad
He's not important he's an oh well
Money what's on my mind what he didn't have
and if he did he would of live but at the end of the day rest lad
Bop bop bop bop bop
Got em moving now
Yawk yawk yawk yawk yawk
Oh they shooting now
Bop bop bop
And we zooming out
Yawk yawk yawk
With my uzi now
Got em in the trunk. What the fuck? With my Cartier
Ima fuck em up in the ice like a Hockey game
Got my glizzy tucked like wassup? Let my Tommy sang
Ima double dutch with my blood with my fucking gang
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. Ima slit his fucking throat
Ima fuck his bitch, throw a fit, then I'll fucking go
240 sx in the streets burning rubber on the floor
Drift on a bitch. Ima let her choke on all da smoke
Grip my gun. No running from a blood
My blood want smoke. No I guess that aint my blood
Bitch I'm up. I stunt until I'm numb
I do it for the fun and I'm smoking on my blunt
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Writer(s): Luis Roman
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