SURRENDER (feat. Sappo Floss)

Jokey, jokies
Grrrr
Ha ha ha ha
Sappo time
Let's talk to these niggas
Gllttt bow
It's 2wo
Glltttttttt

Make 'EM surrender
Hit em up we don't care bout the gender
Gotta, temper
Spin blocks like a blender

Bow bow bow bow

Sanction
All of my shooters is Hatian
Patience
Living in revelations

40 be clapping my shit go to work
The gun on the hip you can see through the shirt
Give 'em a shot the shit really hurt
We run and we jump in the v the we scurt

Really be dumping the 40 be jumping
And no we ain't missing we gotta hit something
Shooting in public don't care bout no cop
Outside we 10 deep we take over the block

Be with the crips I fuck with the locs
If I got the toast boy you would get hit
Look at the drip, taking a flick
Got 30 bullets in the clip

Ya location gone be the next stop
Don't beef on the net cuz the feds watch
Don't get yo ass put on the poster
The toaster it came with a holster

Just know that I stay with a big one
Keep shooting until the whole clip done
Look ya music whack, dislike
Don't wanna see me when I get tight

Been had the potential the instrumental
Toss me the paper and pencil
Catch one in ya temple hit up ya rental
Make that boy bleed like a menstrual

Make 'EM surrender
Hit em up we don't care bout the gender
Gotta, temper
Spin blocks like a blender

Bow bow bow bow

Sanction
All of my shooters is Hatian
Patience
Living in revelations

He jacking that shit then he gotta go
Head shot gang shoot 'em through the coat
Crody got aim shooting like the goat
Feeling like pop now I gotta smoke

She a lil freak make her drive the boat
My president blue I ain't never folk
Imma keep shooting imma always throw
Let em keep talking shoot em in his throat

I don't gotta up shoot em through the coat
If you don't got it then you get smoke
Elevate a pussy made a nigga float
Any situation I ain't never fold

Imma keep dumping put that on my soul
Don't wanna see me if I get tight
Am I gonna kill em I just might
My mother is praying I live right

I only come out after midnight
Don't wanna see me if I get tight
Don't wanna see me in a fist fight
We smoking on, get right

I'm shooting I promise I don't fight
You could die if you something I don't like
A nigga could die off a dislike
My life is a risk I'm the shit like

Make 'EM surrender
Hit em up we don't care bout the gender
Gotta, temper
Spin blocks like a blender

Bow bow bow bow

Sanction
All of my shooters is Hatian
Patience
Living in revelations

Gotta, temper
Spin blocks like a blender



Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Banks
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