Deadstar2k, KANKAN, BabySantana - Obama Crib - Remix Lyrics

Ayy, lil' Mino
Ayy, Mino, ayy, ayy, lil' Mino
Ayy
My nigga off of that gas, yeah, he finna pass out
In the high-rise wit yo' hoe, she got her ass out
And these niggas, they broke than a bitch, yeah, I got my racks out
Ayy, lil' nigga, you broke than a bitch, you still in yo' dad house
Ayy, just copped a lil' crib, that shit look like Obama crib
Ayy, you broke than a bitch, lil' nigga, you where yo' momma live
Ayy, hop on this lil' ass beat, nigga ain't doin' no adlib
I dropped like five racks and it's still in my bag still
Ayy, nigga say he got smoke, then meet me in Saks Fifth
Ayy, lil' nigga, he broke as fuck and he goin' out sad still
Ayy, my nigga, he ride wit' the K and that nigga he down to kill
Ayy, we just scored on some Wock, nigga, that shit still sealed
Want call up my shooter? I can get you killed
Can't say no names but just know he could get your brain spilled
And no it ain't no one on ones, I brought the gang here
(Fight back, nigga, fight back)
That's that sound that shotgun make when it go through his back
I-I-I call up my shooters, know my shooters on attack
I bought me a Glock and that lil' drum, it came attached
My lil' shooters in the roof but me and Jay run through the back
Aye, aye, y'all go through the roof, we gon' go through the back, aiight, bet
(Killing spree!)
We finna zip him up, body bag, toe tag, we finna put him in
And I be with them shooters, who don't lose 'cause we just like to win
Chrome Hearts and Bape my body
Yeah, she told me I'm her type of man
P-p-plug just dropped the pack off like a mailman
Ayy, I be high as fuck but I don't pop xans
Say you rich as fuck, but i don't see you popping bands
Tryna play around, we might just pop mans
Smoking grade A, came from Afghanistan
And we keep some sticks just like the Taliban
FN blow his shit out like a ceiling fan
Once I'm rich imma ride in a Porsche Cayenne
He ain't tryna fight, he ain't got no hands
Ridin' round wit some schedule Is, you know what i'm saying?
Most my boys they down to kill, no they ain't playing

Ayy, lil' Mino
Ayy, Mino, ayy, ayy, lil' Mino
Ayy
My nigga off of that gas, yeah, he finna pass out
In the high-rise wit yo' hoe, she got her ass out
And these niggas, they broke than a bitch, yeah, I got my racks out
Ayy, lil' nigga, you broke than a bitch, you still in yo' dad house
Ayy, just copped a lil' crib, that shit look like Obama crib
Ayy, you broke than a bitch, lil' nigga, you where yo' momma live
Ayy, hop on this lil' ass beat, nigga ain't doin' no adlib
I dropped like five racks and it's still in my bag still
Ayy, nigga say he got smoke, then meet me in Saks Fifth
Ayy, lil' nigga, he broke as fuck and he goin' out sad still
Ayy, my nigga, he ride wit' the K and that nigga he down to kill
Ayy, we just scored on some Wock, nigga, that shit still sealed
Want call up my shooter? I can get you killed
Can't say no names but just know he could get your brain spilled
And no it ain't no one on ones, I brought the gang here
(Fight back, nigga, fight back)
That's that sound that shotgun make when it go through his back
I-I-I call up my shooters, know my shooters on attack
I bought me a Glock and that lil' drum, it came attached
My lil' shooters in the roof but me and Jay run through the back
Aye, aye, y'all go through the roof, we gon' go through the back, aiight, bet
(Killing spree!)
We finna zip him up, body bag, toe tag, we finna put him in
And I be with them shooters, who don't lose 'cause we just like to win
Chrome Hearts and Bape my body
Yeah, she told me I'm her type of man
P-p-plug just dropped the pack off like a mailman
Ayy, I be high as fuck but I don't pop xans
Say you rich as fuck, but i don't see you popping bands
Tryna play around, we might just pop mans
Smoking grade A, came from Afghanistan
And we keep some sticks just like the Taliban
FN blow his shit out like a ceiling fan
Once I'm rich imma ride in a Porsche Cayenne
He ain't tryna fight, he ain't got no hands
Ridin' round wit some schedule Is, you know what i'm saying?
Most my boys they down to kill, no they ain't playing