Lyrics Kooda

Niggas running out they mouth but they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
All my niggas on 50 so you know we hopped out
Cm N.C.
All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
We gon' pull up, nigga andale, on Sangre
We post up, we don't do the race, you gon' die today
In the spot, blow 50 bands, shit, 100 bands
Shit, my pockets on a running man, fuck a rubber-band
I'mma fuck her in a handstand, she a fan man
Need the drugs, I'm the xan man, I'm the damn man

I roll up I'm gon' be booted, stupid, and shoot it stupid
Brought a knife, I brought a Ruger, stupid, I really do this
If I tote it then you know I shoot it, and I'mma prove it
Back back, don't be moving stupid, or I'mma use it
Dicky stiffy, uh, that shit get some licky, uh
Lil bitty, uh, bust all on her titties, uh
She a skeeter, uh, really don't need her, uh
Bust then I leave her, uh, she a little eater, uh
Get back, kickback, blow this shit back, uh
Flip that, kick that, flip that, send that, uh
223 hit, where your clothes at uh
N.C.

Niggas running out they mouth but they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
All my niggas on 50 so you know we hopped out
Cm N.C.
All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
We gon' pull up, nigga andale, on Sangre
We post up, we don't do the race, you gon' die today

You can talk hot on the internet boy
That's that goofy shit we ain't in to that, boy
Black van, pull up to your momma crib, boy
Tie her up, drive that shit off a bridge, lil boy
You can talk hot on the internet boy
That's that goofy shit we ain't in to that, boy
Black van, pull up to your momma crib, boy
Tie her up, drive that shit off a bridge, lil boy

Niggas running out they mouth but they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
All my niggas on 50 so you know we hopped out
Cm N.C.
All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
We gon' pull up, nigga andale, on Sangre
We post up, we don't do the race, you gon' die today
In the spot, blow 50 bands, shit, 100 bands
Shit, my pockets on a running man, fuck a rubber-band
I'mma fuck her in a handstand, she a fan man
Need the drugs, I'm the xan man, I'm the damn man