CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : Diamonds
EVILGIANE
SurfGang B*t*h
What, f**k
Sh*t, what, what
Look, what, what
Stop sayin', "Gang" like you part of this
I'm with the n***as I started with
N***as funny, on some Martin sh*t
Play with the gang and we parkin' him
I want the bag, we ain't arguin'
What, what
I'm in your state but you don't know what part I'm in
I put the FA on my Cardigan (Aye)
Yeah, I'm back with the gang goin' hard again
I'm slidin' with the gang, too deep, Backyardigans
Every time I do it, gotta put my heart in it
When I gotta put my heart in it
All that fake sh*t hurt a n***a soul
I lost my dad, I lost hope
Man, this rap sh*t gon' blow
Run that bag up, that's a goal, b*t*h (Aye, yeah)
Run it up, run it up, I get a bag, yeah, til' the sun come up
I know these b*t*hes wanna f**k on us
If I up a stick, b*t*h, you know I'm gon' bust
If you spin on them kids, is you down or what?
I had to take hella L's before I could come up
Yeah, you wasn't there
N***as treat me like they ain't really care
I'm the real Al Pacino on this f**kin' road
F**k your b*t*h for four hours, then I gotta go
them riches I sent to the cove
Designer b*t*h, make her touch her Fendi toes
And I swear [?] be dumb, runnin' eighty yards
That b*t*h wanna ride, I told her "Giddy up"
You already know that the gang cannot be f**ked with
He smokin' dimes [?] seein' us
Stop sayin', "Gang" like you part of this
I'm with the n***as I started with
N***as funny, on some Martin sh*t
Play with the gang and we parkin' him
I want the bag, we ain't arguin'
What, what
I'm in your state but you don't know what part I'm in
I put the FA on my Cardigan
Stop sayin', "Gang" like you part of this
I'm with the n***as I started with
N***as funny, on some Martin sh*t
Play with the gang and we parkin' him
I want the bag, we ain't arguin'
What, what
I'm in your state but you don't know what part I'm in
I put the FA on my Cardigan
SurfGang B*t*h
What, f**k
Sh*t, what, what
Look, what, what
Stop sayin', "Gang" like you part of this
I'm with the n***as I started with
N***as funny, on some Martin sh*t
Play with the gang and we parkin' him
I want the bag, we ain't arguin'
What, what
I'm in your state but you don't know what part I'm in
I put the FA on my Cardigan (Aye)
Yeah, I'm back with the gang goin' hard again
I'm slidin' with the gang, too deep, Backyardigans
Every time I do it, gotta put my heart in it
When I gotta put my heart in it
All that fake sh*t hurt a n***a soul
I lost my dad, I lost hope
Man, this rap sh*t gon' blow
Run that bag up, that's a goal, b*t*h (Aye, yeah)
Run it up, run it up, I get a bag, yeah, til' the sun come up
I know these b*t*hes wanna f**k on us
If I up a stick, b*t*h, you know I'm gon' bust
If you spin on them kids, is you down or what?
I had to take hella L's before I could come up
Yeah, you wasn't there
N***as treat me like they ain't really care
I'm the real Al Pacino on this f**kin' road
F**k your b*t*h for four hours, then I gotta go
them riches I sent to the cove
Designer b*t*h, make her touch her Fendi toes
And I swear [?] be dumb, runnin' eighty yards
That b*t*h wanna ride, I told her "Giddy up"
You already know that the gang cannot be f**ked with
He smokin' dimes [?] seein' us
Stop sayin', "Gang" like you part of this
I'm with the n***as I started with
N***as funny, on some Martin sh*t
Play with the gang and we parkin' him
I want the bag, we ain't arguin'
What, what
I'm in your state but you don't know what part I'm in
I put the FA on my Cardigan
Stop sayin', "Gang" like you part of this
I'm with the n***as I started with
N***as funny, on some Martin sh*t
Play with the gang and we parkin' him
I want the bag, we ain't arguin'
What, what
I'm in your state but you don't know what part I'm in
I put the FA on my Cardigan
