CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : BROADWAY
Two shots at your crib, n***a, I ain't talkin' no Canon
To-Toss my brother them packs, n***a, I feel like Peyton Manning
I come to the party and I'm smellin' like some pack, boy
I come to the party and everybody like, "That's gas", boy
I'm just...
Gang, gang, gang, fee, bow, fah, fah, gang, gang, gang, gang
T-T-Talk some sh*t, up the stick
Watch you fade away, broad day
Put you on TV, n***a, Broadway
You a fan, you know where I am
Tell me, what's the plan?
I'm tryna get these bands
He want gas, but I'm on high demand
Hit the dash, rollin' pack, we spark that gas
And we movin' fast, in that Hellcat
And you know this b*t*h movin' fast
Lil' n***a, I'm scammin'
So stop with all that ramblin'
Two shots at your crib, leave your whole family scramblin'
Two shots at your crib, n***a, I ain't talkin' no Canon
To-Toss my brother them packs, n***a, I feel like Peyton Manning
I come to the party and I'm smellin' like some pack, boy
I come to the party and everybody like, "That's gas", boy
I'm just tryna get cash, boy
I'm gettin' to these racks, boy
N***as, y'all be cap, boy
I up the stick and I blast, boy
He came up to me the wrong way, and so he got smacked, boy
And n***a I ain't gamin' when I say I got this MAC, boy
T-T-Talk some sh*t, up the stick
Watch you fade away, broad day
Put you on TV, n***a, Broadway
You a fan, you know where I am
Tell me, what's the plan?
I'm tryna get these bands
He want gas, but I'm on high demand
To-Toss my brother them packs, n***a, I feel like Peyton Manning
I come to the party and I'm smellin' like some pack, boy
I come to the party and everybody like, "That's gas", boy
I'm just...
Gang, gang, gang, fee, bow, fah, fah, gang, gang, gang, gang
T-T-Talk some sh*t, up the stick
Watch you fade away, broad day
Put you on TV, n***a, Broadway
You a fan, you know where I am
Tell me, what's the plan?
I'm tryna get these bands
He want gas, but I'm on high demand
Hit the dash, rollin' pack, we spark that gas
And we movin' fast, in that Hellcat
And you know this b*t*h movin' fast
Lil' n***a, I'm scammin'
So stop with all that ramblin'
Two shots at your crib, leave your whole family scramblin'
Two shots at your crib, n***a, I ain't talkin' no Canon
To-Toss my brother them packs, n***a, I feel like Peyton Manning
I come to the party and I'm smellin' like some pack, boy
I come to the party and everybody like, "That's gas", boy
I'm just tryna get cash, boy
I'm gettin' to these racks, boy
N***as, y'all be cap, boy
I up the stick and I blast, boy
He came up to me the wrong way, and so he got smacked, boy
And n***a I ain't gamin' when I say I got this MAC, boy
T-T-Talk some sh*t, up the stick
Watch you fade away, broad day
Put you on TV, n***a, Broadway
You a fan, you know where I am
Tell me, what's the plan?
I'm tryna get these bands
He want gas, but I'm on high demand
