High Off Gun Powder (Fredo Kruger 2. 2017)

Текст песни Kodak Black and Fredo Santana, Chief Keef - High Off Gun Powder (Fredo Kruger 2. 2017)

High Off Gun Powder Lyrics[Intro: Kodak Black & Fredo Santana]
Ayy man, y'all know what the fuck goin' on, man
Sniper Gang shit, man, big Z's, 26136, man
Savage Squad, Glo Gang, dup
You dig, you dig?
(1Mind)

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Staying sober tryna drop albums
But I get high off of gunpowder
All this money keep a nigga calmer
But it ain't nothin' to hit your whole block up
But I ain't tryna go back to the bottom
About the jewelry, I'ma die about 'em
I'm glowed up, put that on my Z
I'm poured up, I'm on promethazine
[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
I'm poured up, I'm on codeine (Lean)
That bitch want me, she gotta do my team (My team)
We ride with .30s with them green beams (Green beams)
Kidnap a rapper, now his label gotta pay the fee (Ahaha)
I'm super savage, niggas know not to play with me (Play with me)
Kick that bitch out, nah, she can't lay with me (Fuck that thot)
Niggas switchin' teams, what? Like they K.D (Fuck them niggas)
But I'm really in the field like I'm A.B. (What?)
Touchdown, hundred pounds up in AZ (Let's get it)
It's goin' down, you out of bounds if you want beef (You know it)
Shoot a nigga down, hundred round in my heat (Grrrra)
I fuck my bitch and pop some Xannys just to go to sleep (Ya dig?)

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Staying sober, tryna drop albums
But I get high off of gunpowder
All this money keep a nigga calmer
But it ain't nothin' to hit your whole block up
But I ain't tryna go back to the bottom
About the jewelry, I'ma die about 'em
I'm glowed up, put that on my Z
I'm poured up, I'm on promethazine

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
The only stretch I'm doin' from a nap (Yeah, huh?)
Turn a fuckin' crab to some craps (Let's get it)
Bitch, give me face, if you gon' do it, do it 'SAP (Thottie)
You say you want codeine, grab a cup and get a tap (Lean)
Blunt of that 'lato, ice kickin' ass, catch a combo
Zoom past faster than a bullet out a gun hole
I ride, patrol out to get me, gotta dodge 'em like a pothole
Told her that I'm on my way to crack her like a taco (Bang, bang)
My flag with no stand, how I'm mothafuckin' tiltin'
Livin' in the Hills, when you park, turn your wheel in (Hmm)
Do a bitch bad, someone take me to detention
All this fuckin' loud, someone take me to the incense (Bang)
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Staying sober, tryna drop albums
But I get high off of gunpowder
All this money keep a nigga calmer
But it ain't nothin' to hit your whole block up
But I ain't tryna go back to the bottom
About the jewelry, I'ma die about 'em
I'm glowed up, put that on my Z
I'm poured up, I'm on promethazine

[Outro: Fredo Santana]
Sniper Gang, man, GBE, you know how we rockin', man
Whole lot of gang shit, ya dig? Ya dig? Ya dig?1