Lyrics Ain Goin' To Heaven - KANKAN

Ain Goin' To Heaven

Ayy, ayy
Niggas talkin' 'bout
Nigga talkin' 'bout he got
Ayy, and I’m on drank, nigga, so I’m finna fly out to LA (Fly out to LA)
Yeah, new scripts in, nigga, fuck it, might fly to the A (Fly to the A)
Ayy, that nigga cuffin' that ho, I’m just fuckin' her face (Fuckin' her face,
yeah)
Nigga, yeah, this a new Drac', ain’t no AK (Ain't no AK)
Nigga, my cup full of them meds, might be Act' (Might be Act', yeah)
Nigga shoot this way, nigga know we shootin' back (We shootin' back, yeah)
He ain’t even be where he say, nigga, yeah they took his pass
And I’m off Roxi', nigga, ridin' 'round with that cash (With that cash, ayy)
Told that lil' ho block me, lil' ho makin' me mad (Stupid bitch)
She ain’t even get my number, fucked her off the 'Gram (Dumbass ho)
My nigga, he on Oxys, he don’t even pop no Xans (Pop no Xans)
I was in the H, nigga shot this way but I ain’t ran (Hell nah, nigga)
We was finna hit his house up but them kids, they saved him (Lame-ass nigga)
.45 hollows hit now doctors, they can’t save him (Yeah)
.45 Glock ain’t got no safety, he won’t make it (That nigga dead)
I been knew these niggas was hoes since I turned eight (Since I turned eight)
Bitch, I had to get up in that mode when I turned eighteen (When I turned
eighteen)
Ayy, can’t let no rap nigga say they made me (Ha, nah, hell no, huh)
All of these niggas, they clones, hell yeah, yeah, we made em' (Yeah,
we made 'em)
Brand new Drac' hit him up on his back, now he disabled (Ha, yeah)
White plug, his name Mason, I’m rockin' Margiela (Rockin' Margiela)
Ayy, me and twin walked in the bank, we friends with the tellers (Friends with
the teller, bitch)
My niggas, they doin' fraud nigga, what they doin', ain’t no tellin' (Ain't no
tellin', shit)
If we get jammed up, nigga, hell nah, ain’t no tellin' (It ain’t no tellin')
Nigga, ridin' with Drac’s, yeah, ridin' with felons (Ride with some felons)
This lil' ho too basic, this ho think she special (Stupid bitch)
She knows she can get replaced, I ain’t even gotta tell her (On God)
We off the Schedule II drugs, bitch, I ain’t goin' to Heaven (Ha)
Nigga, yeah, w-we off the Schedule
We off the Schedule II drugs, nigga, ain’t goin' to Heaven
FN hit his, uh, we ain’t goin' to Heaven
FN hit his shit, he ain’t goin' to Heaven
Ayy, yeah, uh-huh, straight up t-, uh-huh, uh-huh
Ayy, .45, huh, .45, nigga, hollow tip