Katana!
Make her eyes roll to the back of her head
Hit it with a sword, katana, white tee turns red
Ride around town and the whip stays low
Back from the bank, back seat full of that bread
Tagging your squad like its laser tag
Put a beam on the Glock, where the taser at
My ops stay cold, where the heater at
Fake gold chain, I'ma beat his ass
Hitting these licks, bitch I'm hitting the lotto
Up in the cave, like Bruce in the grotto
Talking that taco, but bitch I'm no sabo
Spray his reflection; I'm armed with the Savo
My choppa named bravo
Me and the gang blowing up, ain't talking Apollo
Even enlightened, your mind stays hollow
You say that I suck but nigga you swallow
Don't let me out, my gravity pull all the bad bitches
Stay broke, wishing you had riches
Rock with the gang, the fake ones getting hella mad stiches
Stay making shit till my music make digits
Make her eyes roll to the back of her head
Hit it with a sword, katana, white tee turns red
Ride around town and the whip stays low
Back from the bank, back seat full of that bread
Tagging your squad like its laser tag
Put a beam on the Glock, where the taser at
My ops stay cold, where the heater at
Fake gold chain, I'ma beat his ass
Juice Wrld, hit it, 999
Make that op boy say bye, bye, bye
Kids glued to her face like an iPad
Being all rude to his face, he don't like that
Got old jeans with the polo tee
They all know "tae
Hit it with a sword, katana, white tee turns red
Ride around town and the whip stays low
Back from the bank, back seat full of that bread
Tagging your squad like its laser tag
Put a beam on the Glock, where the taser at
My ops stay cold, where the heater at
Fake gold chain, I'ma beat his ass
Hitting these licks, bitch I'm hitting the lotto
Up in the cave, like Bruce in the grotto
Talking that taco, but bitch I'm no sabo
Spray his reflection; I'm armed with the Savo
My choppa named bravo
Me and the gang blowing up, ain't talking Apollo
Even enlightened, your mind stays hollow
You say that I suck but nigga you swallow
Don't let me out, my gravity pull all the bad bitches
Stay broke, wishing you had riches
Rock with the gang, the fake ones getting hella mad stiches
Stay making shit till my music make digits
Make her eyes roll to the back of her head
Hit it with a sword, katana, white tee turns red
Ride around town and the whip stays low
Back from the bank, back seat full of that bread
Tagging your squad like its laser tag
Put a beam on the Glock, where the taser at
My ops stay cold, where the heater at
Fake gold chain, I'ma beat his ass
Juice Wrld, hit it, 999
Make that op boy say bye, bye, bye
Kids glued to her face like an iPad
Being all rude to his face, he don't like that
Got old jeans with the polo tee
They all know "tae
Credits
Writer(s): Tae Soria
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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