CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : 14Hunnid 8hunnid
800baby, blood it up, what the f**k you think?
Walk around the school, they like, "Goon, boy, I smell that dank"
BB on the belt, clutchin' sticks, tote it on my waist
You can come and find me hittin' licks, I just want the cake
Ridin' in the stolie with my n***as, and we do the dash
Early in the mornin', off the gas, young n***a crashed
That lil' b*t*h gon' bust it on the d**k, smack up on her a**
Young n***a posted in the bricks, sendin' n***as laps
Yeah, huh
Baby, I ain't with that sippin', ho
All that damn kissin', ho
Bad b*t*h, hella pigeon-toed
We gang, not to mention though
My watch look four-dimensional
My new Glock goin' digital
I'm bussin' all you b*t*hes, though
You better keep your distance, ho
Big 1400 goon, what the f**k you think?
Blowin' all this dope, all this gas, I can't feel my face
I just want a bag for my birthday, not no f**kin' cake
I just count this cash that I f**k with, I can't do no dates
Photo what you own, better sit your a** right at home
Keep my f**kin' chrome, I'll put one in your f**kin' dome
Now that pu**y gone, dead meat, he was dead wrong
Boolin' with the gang, yellin', "Slatt," it's the red zone
Yeah, 1400, 800, gang, baby
You know what the f**k goin' on
Walk around the school, they like, "Goon, boy, I smell that dank"
BB on the belt, clutchin' sticks, tote it on my waist
You can come and find me hittin' licks, I just want the cake
Ridin' in the stolie with my n***as, and we do the dash
Early in the mornin', off the gas, young n***a crashed
That lil' b*t*h gon' bust it on the d**k, smack up on her a**
Young n***a posted in the bricks, sendin' n***as laps
Yeah, huh
Baby, I ain't with that sippin', ho
All that damn kissin', ho
Bad b*t*h, hella pigeon-toed
We gang, not to mention though
My watch look four-dimensional
My new Glock goin' digital
I'm bussin' all you b*t*hes, though
You better keep your distance, ho
Big 1400 goon, what the f**k you think?
Blowin' all this dope, all this gas, I can't feel my face
I just want a bag for my birthday, not no f**kin' cake
I just count this cash that I f**k with, I can't do no dates
Photo what you own, better sit your a** right at home
Keep my f**kin' chrome, I'll put one in your f**kin' dome
Now that pu**y gone, dead meat, he was dead wrong
Boolin' with the gang, yellin', "Slatt," it's the red zone
Yeah, 1400, 800, gang, baby
You know what the f**k goin' on
