lirik lagu $wipebanditgøth & lil kashin mane - alienzindaunderworld
[intro: lil kashin mane]
tying up his pants with some dirty bands (well godd~mn, godd~mn, godd~mn)
wouldn’t shake his hand with another hand (wouldn’t do that sh~t)
young wopmann do the wop dance (wop, wop, wop, wop)
walk down on that n~gga with a wild stick (grahw, grahw)
the choppa too big b~tch to hold it up (godd~mn this b~tch heavy)
b~tch i got a felony, the homie finna dump (yeah, you shoot that n~gga)
[verse 1: $wipebanditgoth]
going up, run this sh~t, go take a video
me and wop, working sh~t like at the corner store
me and kashin mane in this b~tch, we’re smoking quarter now
get a bag, motherf~cker at the jewelry store
pull up there, i got cash, i’m finna throw some more
big gothmann what’s coming out, what’s dripping now
pull up to the mall, michael jackson, finna pull em out
pull up b~tch, got the sh~t, i’m finna flush it out
get a bag, n~gga that’s why i flex a lot
flavor flav, coming on a missions, finna bust a nut
getting d~mn played, uncle grandpa finna flush it up
lil b~tch say she at the hershey, said take it off
in the d~mn trap passing spells, i’m finna run it up
feeling like the devil, icy cold, lil b~tch a flex a lot
evil based in the cut angry, finna spend it all
666 flexing out the b~tch, i hit a witch’s spell
cursing up the b~tch, saying sh~t i splash her with the book
666 splashing on a b~tch, i’m looking at this sh~t
evil based obviously the b~tch gon’ feel angry now
hot as sh~t, just came from h~ll, n~gga can’t you tell
gothmann bigger than obama like some politics
in the trap smoking up the boof bumping evil sh~t
lil n~gga said he got the bands, i’m finna take it all
he ain’t casting math, flexing on em’ at the jewelry store
king cobra presidents, no slatt, we finna flex em’ all
[verse 2: lil kashin mane]
tying up his pants with some dirty bands (well godd~mn, godd~mn, godd~mn)
wouldn’t shake his hand with another hand (wouldn’t do that sh~t)
young wopmann do the wop dance (wop, wop, wop, wop)
walk down on that n~gga with a wild stick (grahw, grahw)
the choppa too big b~tch to hold it up (godd~mn this b~tch heavy)
b~tch i got a felony, the homie finna dump (yeah, you shoot that n~gga)
f~ck a strap, b~tch he finna dunk (bow, bow, bow, bow)
they say see the cult mob coming, they gon’ run
b~tch i got a hundred rounds in this f~cking drum (frawh, frawh)
and i go crazy dumb off of other stuff (man he ignorant)
and i got this k from the russian homie (from the russian homie)
i can’t say his name but n~gga you the russian homie (you, you know)
n~gga keep on talking crazy, get to rush your homie (bahw)
not talking bout no hands but the homies on you (bahw)
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