SHOTGUN!

Текст песни Faneone - SHOTGUN!

Puffin on indo feel so wavy 
Cheque looking big like we in the 80s
Makin no sense yea you need to pay me 
All
Of them weak yea they be so lazy 

Let em all go 
We ain’t tight not kinfolk 
Hell no 
Kick ‘em off ship
Like a field goal 
Build zone 
Hammerin a nail 
Till I will croak 
Real gold 
Mining all cents 
Till I chill bro 

Loading up shells 
In my shotgun 
Talking that shit now I pop one 
Whatever you get I got one 
Thought dumb 
End up in the ocean 
Like top gun 

Peace of mind 
There’s no free design 
I gotta make no bands 
Till I seem divine 
I need to read the mind 
So while I keep the line 
I’m bout to smoke that shit 
Till I’m freezerdried 


Tumbleweed breeze low 
Comin in beast mode 
Really light a whole room 
Yea they call me zenome 
Really bout to seize up 
Puffin on that tree tho 

Rubber band bandit 
Take what I need yo 
X2

Ima rubber band bandit 
Got the most theft cash on the planet 
My jewelry they can’t stand it 
Not fooling me 
Not what they planning 

247 I get what I give 
No need for respect 
I’m bless where I live 
Got infinite plants 
Really puffin all in 
All this money I make 
Turn euros into yen 

I’m the rubber band bandit 
Turn os into dimes into rolls 
Into bank card loans 
Into brand new phones 
Make calls all zones 
No limit where I am 
Only minds I own