| Ayy man, y’all know what the fuck goin' on, man
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| Sniper gang shit, man big Z’s, 26 136, man
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| Savage squad, Glo Ganged up
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| You dig, you dig?
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| Staying sober tryna drop albums
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| But I get high off of gunpowder
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| All this money keep a nigga calmer
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| But it ain’t nothin' to hit your whole block up
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| But I ain’t tryna go back to the bottom
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| About the jewelry, I’ma die about 'em
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| I’m glowed up, put that on my Z
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| I’m poured up, I’m on promethazine
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| I’m poured up, I’m on codeine (lean)
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| That bitch want me, she gotta do my team (my team)
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| We ride with 30s with them green beams (green beams)
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| Kidnap a rapper ass, label gotta pay the fee
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| I’m super savage, niggas know not to play with me (play with me)
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| Kick that bitch out, nah, she can’t lay with me (fuck that thot)
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| Niggas switchin' teams, what? |
| Like they K. D
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| But I’m really in the field like I’m A.B. |
| (what)
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| Touchdown, hundred pounds up in AZ (let's get it)
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| It’s goin' down, you out of bounds if you want beef (you know it)
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| Shoot a nigga down, hundred round in my heat (grrrra)
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| I fuck my bitch and pop some Xannys just to go to sleep (ya dig?)
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| Staying sober, tryna drop albums
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| But I get high off of gunpowder
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| All this money keep a nigga calmer
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| But it ain’t nothin' to hit your whole block up
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| But I ain’t tryna go back to the bottom
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| About the jewelry, I’ma die about 'em
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| I’m glowed up, put that on my Z
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| I’m poured up, I’m on promethazine
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| The only stretch I’m doin' from a nap
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| Turn a fuckin' crap to some craps
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| Bitch give me face, if you gon' do it, do it 'SAP
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| You say you want codeine, grab a cup and get a tap
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| Blunt of that 'lato, always kickin' ass, catch a combo
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| Zoom past faster than a bullet out a gun hole
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| I ride, patrol out to get me, gotta dodge 'em like a pothole
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| Told her that I’m on my way to crack her like a taco
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| My flag with no stand, how I’m mothafuckin' tiltin'
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| Livin' in the Hills, when you park, turn your wheel in
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| Do a bitch bad, someone take me to detention
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| All this fuckin' loud, someone take me to the incense
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| Staying sober, tryna drop albums
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| But I get high off of gunpowder
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| All this money keep a nigga calmer
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| But it ain’t nothin' to hit your whole block up
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| But I ain’t tryna go back to the bottom
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| About the jewelry, I’ma die about 'em
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| I’m glowed up, put that on my Z
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| I’m poured up, I’m on promethazine
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| Sniper Gang, man, GD, you know how we rockin', man
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| Whole lot of gang shit, ya dig? |
| Ya dig? |
| Ya dig? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song High Off Gun Powder , by - Fredo Santana. Song from the album Fredo Kruger 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп