DESPERADO
Ayo, pass me that—
Pass me that runner right here, yes
Let's do this
We get right, we get high
Yes, yes
Yes (Yes), yes
Yes, yes
Yes, yes
(Woo) Hey, (Woo) hey, (Woo) hey
(Woo) Hey, (Woo) hey, (Woo, woo)
Nigga don't want no gunplay, you gon' have to run today (Darling)
Hoodie on my face, I'm pullin' up with my chop today (chop)
I pull up in my G-Wagen, it's not rented
It's not tinted, I'm authentic (Darling)
Trackhawk, ride around, this a Hellcat (Track)
Hundred-thousand dollars in my fuckin' duffel bag
I keep a K (K), and I got a Draco (Draco)
I keep a K, better watch your head, bro (Yeah)
Head low, heart cold
Take a L? Hell no, my pockets swole
My chain pissy, pull up drippin'
These niggas pussy
My jacket Pele, my bitch on Pele
My gang on Pele
Body bags, zip 'em up, zip 'em up
Zip 'em up, pick 'em up
Show 'em no mercy, show 'em, we ain't got no peace
Desperado, creepin' up with my TEC with some hollows
Windows down, Tahoe, a hundred shells, no tacos
You think you Rastafari, I'ma smoke you like Bob Marley
Nigga, fuck that chain, I just wanna take your fuckin' Marni
I'm sorry, pull up with my AR-15, dirty
I'm thirsty, I'm tryna kill some niggas with my .30
Nigga don't want no gunplay, you gon' have to run today (Darling)
Hoodie on my face, I'm pullin' up with my chop today (chop)
I pull up in my G-Wagen, it's not rented
It's not tinted, I'm authentic (Darling)
Pass me that runner right here, yes
Let's do this
We get right, we get high
Yes, yes
Yes (Yes), yes
Yes, yes
Yes, yes
(Woo) Hey, (Woo) hey, (Woo) hey
(Woo) Hey, (Woo) hey, (Woo, woo)
Nigga don't want no gunplay, you gon' have to run today (Darling)
Hoodie on my face, I'm pullin' up with my chop today (chop)
I pull up in my G-Wagen, it's not rented
It's not tinted, I'm authentic (Darling)
Trackhawk, ride around, this a Hellcat (Track)
Hundred-thousand dollars in my fuckin' duffel bag
I keep a K (K), and I got a Draco (Draco)
I keep a K, better watch your head, bro (Yeah)
Head low, heart cold
Take a L? Hell no, my pockets swole
My chain pissy, pull up drippin'
These niggas pussy
My jacket Pele, my bitch on Pele
My gang on Pele
Body bags, zip 'em up, zip 'em up
Zip 'em up, pick 'em up
Show 'em no mercy, show 'em, we ain't got no peace
Desperado, creepin' up with my TEC with some hollows
Windows down, Tahoe, a hundred shells, no tacos
You think you Rastafari, I'ma smoke you like Bob Marley
Nigga, fuck that chain, I just wanna take your fuckin' Marni
I'm sorry, pull up with my AR-15, dirty
I'm thirsty, I'm tryna kill some niggas with my .30
Nigga don't want no gunplay, you gon' have to run today (Darling)
Hoodie on my face, I'm pullin' up with my chop today (chop)
I pull up in my G-Wagen, it's not rented
It's not tinted, I'm authentic (Darling)
Credits
Writer(s): Gene Puerling, Edy Edouard, Shazore Khan
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