Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Katana Mantra, artist - Graveheart. Date of issue: 27.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Katana Mantra |
| Only rollin' with my riders |
| Carry my team like Mariah |
| Cut you off with precision |
| Trust the katana’s the mantra |
| Scary hours like a monster |
| Blowin' smoke like a rasta |
| Fabric on me that Italiano |
| I be saucin' this bitch like it’s pasta |
| Hitmakers only make up my roster |
| FOREVERHOME 'til they pop us |
| Drip on me like some Fiji water got her super soakin' in my casa |
| Notoriety on 10, that’s why I be tellin' her call me big poppa |
| She keep movin' like a freak, fuck around make this cozygirl a mama |
| Y’all be extra with it, read about it, I just kick it chillin' with the gang |
| Graveheart got you tranced, Renzo makin' moves, he gon' let it bang |
| Attitude on a different level, all you bitches can’t tell me a thing |
| If the brodies say you actin' shifty, I’ma pull up swingin' out the blade |
| Cutthroat, now you slit |
| Came from nothin' I just bought a whip |
| If she suckin' I accept the lip |
| If they talkin', I don’t give a shit |
| I been at it goin' Ali Bomaye on motherfuckers since a jit |
| Aye, lil prettyboy with ugly habits, still they think a motherfucker lit |
| Only rollin' with my riders |
| Carry my team like Mariah |
| Cut you off with precision |
| Trust the katana’s the mantra |
| Scary hours like a monster |
| Blowin' smoke like a rasta |
| Fabric on me that Italiano |
| I be saucin' this bitch like it’s pasta |
| Hitmakers only make up my roster |
| FOREVERHOME 'til they pop us |
| Drip on me like some Fiji water got her super soakin' in my casa |
| Notoriety on 10, that’s why I be tellin' her call me big poppa |
| She keep movin' like a freak, fuck around make this cozygirl a mama |
| I got a cup full of Hennessy, up on the mezzanine, dealing with cards I was |
| dealt |
| My team been moving in silence, I’m booling with titans, we operating under |
| stealth |
| If I need a run done, couple hun dun, got some dawgs that do it for a belt |
| Run the city like the sun run, but I’m dripping like I’m Michael Phelps |
| Your girlfriend, itty bitty titty committee, she proud of it, talk loud |
| So the head game really bout something |
| What it bout? |
| Cause I know you really not bout nothing |
| I’m in her mouth and I can’t come stop cumming |
| I’m in the club and I’m still going dummy |
| Weed in my chest and liquor in my tummy |
| She leave with me cause she think that I’m funny |
| I fuck her and duck her, she my lola bunny |
| Katana, katana, katana |
| Repeat it, my prayer, my mantra |
| Whole team on my back, we heating up like a sauna |
| Don’t make promises you can’t keep |
| Want a phantom like a banshee |
| Hydrate then I migrate to the Tri-State, understand me? |
| Katana, katana, katana, katana, katana, katana |
| Katana, katana, katana, katana, katana my mantra |
| You talkin' a lot, we sharpen the blade, we cuttin' you off with katanas |
| It’s Frankie and Grave, FOREVERSHINOBI, slay then we move out in silence |
| Only rollin' with my riders |
| Carry my team like Mariah |
| Cut you off with precision |
| Trust the katana’s the mantra |
| Scary hours like a monster |
| Blowin' smoke like a rasta |
| Fabric on me that Italiano |
| I be saucin' this bitch like it’s pasta |
| Hitmakers only make up my roster |
| FOREVERHOME 'til they pop us |
| Drip on me like some Fiji water got her super soakin' in my casa |
| Notoriety on 10, that’s why I be tellin' her call me big poppa |
| She keep movin' like a freak, fuck around make this cozygirl a mama |
| Katana, katana, katana, katana, katana, katana |
| Katana, katana, katana, katana, katana my mantra |
| Aye, yeah |
| Frankie, let 'em know |
| What you tellin' 'em? |
| We not playin' no more |
| Hell no |
| FOREVERHOME, FOREVERHOME |
| We ain’t fuckin' playin' no more man |