Santana

Yeah

Most of y'all niggas don't rap y'all just ramble
Just bring me a four pour a deuce in a Fanta
They asking mell why you fly off the handle
Been chilling so much I don't no ante
I'm on that dirty Diana, I play that guitar like my nickname Santana
She flow like ocean yeah my shit banana
Just throw me a beat watch that bitch get dismantled

I might just take me a trip to Savannah
I might pour up a four and a deuce in that Fanta
Roll a blunt like a cuban, I ain't been to Havana
And I swing that guitar like I'm Carlos Santana
Throw on a beat, watch that bitch get dismantled
And I feel like I'm Nelly with my country grammar
Don't work for Home Depot, I keep me a hammer
I don't care what these niggas say, this Atlanta
Roll up a spliff of that shit then hotbox the whip
I hit the yo and I dip
And I'm screaming long live to Nip, these niggas is trips
I hit ya hoe off the rip
I might just brought out the VIP, these niggas they're sick
That's why I keep me a stick
And y'all niggas think y'all slick, but this is the kick
He'll be a veggie like Rick
Wondering why niggas making amends?
(Cause this ARP it just hit at ya Benz)
Wondering why I don't keep me no friends?
(It's alone at the top and this where I ascend)
Wondering why niggas making amends?
(Cause this ARP it just hit at ya Benz)
Wondering when all this shit is gonna end?
(Cause them shots go dod-dod-dod-dod til the end)

Most of y'all niggas don't rap y'all just ramble
Just bring me a four pour a deuce in a Fanta
They asking mell why you fly off the handle
Been chilling so much I don't no ante
I'm on that dirty Diana, I play that guitar like my nickname Santana
She flow like ocean yeah my shit banana
Just throw me a beat watch that bitch get dismantled

I been working long days
Trappin up legal ways
Flippin work and making plays
Chasing money all the same
In the coup switching lanes
Screaming out Gang gang
I ain't never been a lame
Ask yo bitch she giving brain
All des hoes all the same
You say you love me, bitch what is you saying
We are just friends, Where is ya man
I keep it a hundred, I keep it a band
Roll up a spliff and pop us a zan
I be on go like niggas on 10
We spin the block, go again and again
We spin the block, go again and again
Pray to the Lord cuz I know we just sin
I be in the booth I stay locked in
I keep my eyes on the mission
Hit every shot with precision
My lyrics is the incisions
I ain't even been too prison
These bitches got niggas trippin'
I ain't gon never be trippin'
Roll up a spliff of dat joint
For all them fuck niggas listen

Most of y'all niggas don't rap y'all just ramble
Just bring me a four pour a deuce in a Fanta
They asking mell why you fly off the handle
Been chilling so much I don't no ante
I'm on that dirty Diana, I play that guitar like my nickname Santana
She flow like ocean yeah my shit banana
Just throw me a beat watch that bitch get dismantled



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Writer(s): Jamell Freeman
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