Guatemalan

(альбом: D.O.N - Dat One Nigga - 2017)

Woah
I guess the Eastside, ain't it?
Nigga
Let's get it

Bitch it's iced up Sada
Choppa life stoppa
Baby momma Guatemalan, and I ain't got no baby momma
All I got is bullets for this muthafucking rifle
Brand new, I got it from my swipper
I'm excited
Told Durk
I done phoned him, cause I need me some mo ammo
Got a vest and a bandanna
Sada Baby shoot like Rambo
Tye gave me some activist
Second time asking shit
That shit was emasculate
You hang with them rats and shit
But back to this
Walk up on me
.45 leave you staggering
Canceling
Everything you thought was bout to happen
My niggas bout that action
Like Lil Reese and them, and Booka
Smoking tuga
Me and Tooda
I be booling with the shooters
Cause the shooters is my people
We had straps since we was little
We grew up around evil
We was born into the beef
We was sworn into the streets
Knock a nigga head off
Right along with the door hinge for the cheese
He bleed more blood when he breath
He be long gone when we leave
We ain't gone spare none
Don't take care of none
Grip his bitch, like a bear hug
Fuck her hair up
I got the best dog, like airbud
You niggas ain't seen none
Heard you niggas don't like me now
Don't bother me none
Hold up, Hold up Sosa
Shotgun in my closet
Bands under my mattress
Jewelry splashing like water
Black buffs like coffin
You gone need you a coffin
If you don't got my offer, I'm collecting often
Cause you niggas under bossin
Cookie got me coughing
Got white, Macaulay Culkin
Proceed my way with caution
Don't ask me what the cost is
Bag in, I caught this
This line here, don't cross this
Cook you like crawfish