PAROLES
[Intro]
Two shots at your crib nigga I ain’t talking no Canon
To-Toss my brotha them packs nigga I feel like Peyton Manning
I come to the party and I’m smelling like some pack boy
I come to the party and everybody like that’s gas boy
Gang, gang, gang, fee, ba, fa, fa, gang, gang, gang, gang
[Chorus]
T-T-Talk some shit, up the stick
Watch you fade away, broad day
Put you on TV, nigga, Broadway
You a fan, you know where I am
Tell me whats the plan?
I’m tryna get these bands
He want gas, but I’m on high demand
[Verse]
Hit the dash, rolling pack, we spark that gas
And we moving fast, In that Hellcat
And you know this bitch moving fast
Lil’ nigga, I’m scamming
So stop with all that ramblin’
Two shots at your crib, leave your whole family scrambling
Two shots at your crib, nigga, I ain’t talking no Canon
To-Toss my brotha them packs nigga I feel like Peyton Manning
I come to the party and I’m smelling 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 getting to these racks, boy
Niggas 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 nigga I ain’t gaming when I say I got this MAC, boy
[Chorus]
T-T-Talk some shit, up the stick
Watch you fade away, broad day
Put you on TV, nigga, Broadway
You a fan, you know where I am
Tell me whats the plan?
I’m tryna get these bands
He want gas, but I’m on high demand
