Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song High Off Gun Powder, artist - Fredo Santana. Album song Fredo Kruger 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, SAVAGE SQUAD
Song language: English
High Off Gun Powder |
Ayy man, y’all know what the fuck goin' on, man |
Sniper gang shit, man big Z’s, 26 136, man |
Savage squad, Glo Ganged up |
You dig, you dig? |
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 |
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 ass, label gotta pay the fee |
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 |
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?) |
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 |
The only stretch I’m doin' from a nap |
Turn a fuckin' crap to some craps |
Bitch give me face, if you gon' do it, do it 'SAP |
You say you want codeine, grab a cup and get a tap |
Blunt of that 'lato, always 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 |
My flag with no stand, how I’m mothafuckin' tiltin' |
Livin' in the Hills, when you park, turn your wheel in |
Do a bitch bad, someone take me to detention |
All this fuckin' loud, someone take me to the incense |
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 |
Sniper Gang, man, GD, you know how we rockin', man |
Whole lot of gang shit, ya dig? |
Ya dig? |
Ya dig? |