lirik lagu haji basto - pending
[intro]
yeah
grrt, baow (storm)
know how we comin’
(rowzy— the bag)
[verse 1: haji basto]
you know it costs to look like this
i don’t pay to f~ck no b~tch
i don’t pay to shoot this switch, but i pay thirty five up for that stick (for that stick)
and i’m still lurkin’ on the bridge (bridge)
tryna catch a rapper, b~tch (rapper)
tryna catch a n~gga lackin’ and just shoot him off his kicks (brrt, kicks)
and you know we on that time (time)
and all my n~ggas slide (skrrt)
gotta stay up on that phone
ain’t tryna get caught for no homicides
and bridgec~ck every time when i be on your sides
we don’t care if it’s your birthday
like a balloon, put you in the sky (woo)
my youngin’ gimme that call
he told me, “check up on the news”
he just took somebody’s top (no cap)
i told, “yo, bro, go burn your clothes and go switch up your glock”
i told him, “take a flight ot, ain’t tryna see you knocked”
but when you circle on the block, just catch another opp
and when you circle on his block, you best dump thirty shots
and if you ain’t basto gang, you can’t jump in this car
i’m smokin’ on your homie, i smoke him a lot
i’m on the block, yeah, you know this switchy on my hip (grrrt)
if a n~gga slide on my block then his car get flipped (baow)
if a n~gga run up on me then i’m shootin’ sh~t
i’m thirty deep on the block, yeah, all my n~ggas be some lunatics (grrrt)
[verse 2: beenready]
the chain and watch, his pendant
the opps gon’ drop, it’s pendin’
these big ol’ shots we sendin’
these bullets gon’ tear his tendons
they bitin’ my drip, they my kids
i’m breakin’ her back and her ribs
she gave me the drop where he live
told cro, “keep makin’ the hits”
bad b~tch, she only like five eight
my n~ggas, they raisin’ the crime rate
i might look up and bustdown a day~date
can’t really give a f~ck what they say
when we spin the ‘woods, we drift
bend again, bend again if we miss
give a f~ck about these ricks
me and cro, we just tryna swish
[verse 3: haji basto & beenready]
me and bro on the opp block with a glock 33 and a arp
and any n~gga we see walkin’, we gon’ put that n~gga on a tee
and you know we be lurkin’ when we pop out in the streets
these n~ggas be runnin’, duckin’, but they can’t run off from that beam
and beefin’ with the gang, it’s only gon’ be tragedies
it’s gon’ be a massacre, and there gon’ be a lotta casualties
and yeah, that n~gga dead, so we gon’ smoke him out the p
don’t run up on the the gang, and please don’t try approaching me
there’s no approaching me
the stove, the toaster, the heat
my brother, he got the beam
he shoot first on the scene
skrrt off, and we sippin’ the lean
got hit, and it split his spleen
seen bro on the tv screen
twenty four shots, f~ck cp
still nippin’ it down to the fiends
told my young boy he got the green light
catch him on the scene, and make him see the light
told opp b~tch, “i don’t got no type”
we shootin’ first, we ain’t askin’ twice
told cronem, “tuck that heater right”
free the guys, why i’m flyin’ kites
his tee is red but it started white (gang)
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