"Feel Like Santan" lyrics
Fuck is you talm bout?
Yeah
Free sumo, bitch
Hmm, (Bitch)
Ye'en talm bout glocks yeen talm bout nun' (Cmon man, free baby EBG)
Ye'en talm bout glokk yeen talm bout nun'
(Cmon yeen talm glokk yeen talm bout none, pussy yeah)
Yeen talm glokk yeen talm bout nun' (Hrrtl, Hrrtl)
Go hit the jugg and come back to the block
And you don't got no pistol or stick he ain't totin none but a damn rock
Told my bitch "watch me cook this shit up"
Walkin' it down, pick this Glock' pick his blick up
And we don't got nobody to get on there beef and just diss us
We pick up the band hit his ass just like Philip
Ion want him to touch my micro draco, I'm selfish
Think he a dog he get ate just like relish
Walk his ass down pick em up but he don't get no medkit
Said that she ion want fuck em like how she want fuck lil glokk cause I'm reckless
Bitch if you roll this leaf up and suck my dick up Ima buy you a necklace
I know this Glock for me to be benefit
Hmm, my adrenaline rushing I'm ready to catch em with this Glock
Nigga get throwed back just like medicine
Ima youngboy but I take off his "Top"
These niggas get replenish
I just left her Ion wan fuck no I'm bitch I'm finshed
Gotta be patient when you got that Glock nigga' give a fuck about the clinic
I be with real right and they billy they ain goin for none
These niggas they silly this Glock burn his ass like the sun
Glock 48. in my pocket this my son
Ima in a band this glock in my pocket this bit' hold a drum (Hrrtl)
F&N fye fan, this bitch Gon hit em this bit' miss a lung (Hmm, yeah)
Feel like Santan pop em with Glock 15 that hoe young (Hrrtl, hmm)
Call em a tran, man they be switchin sides get his ass gone (Hmm, ya)
Fuck bout a dam, nigga go beaver war with that gun (Hmm yeah)
Bitch I'm the man, man I got hit the lick and cut yo tongue
Hit em with this Glock, swear on everything that his ass sworn
GF shit, nigga BL but I'm still the young don
Real OSO come to yo block I'm the only safe one
Pillow case on the stick that made that lil boy go to sleep (Hmm yah)
Good feelin with the mobb, them boys coming in 30 deep
We in a stolen car police get behind me hit the feet
Ion celebrate Halloween Glock hit his ass look like "Trick or treat"
Wet his ass up on this block nigga was a leaf
My bitch bad gotta her Ferragamo slides said she on fleek
I do the dash on a cop car, get behind bush and I creep
Hmm, yeen niggas ain talm bout Glocks niggas talm bout none
You see GL4, bitch you better run
I ain't stuntin no nigga from G-code them nigga grew up with Munyun
What lil ki say 'these niggas ain roll up shit but blunts"
Blunts, yeah
Yeah
Free sumo, bitch
Hmm, (Bitch)
Ye'en talm bout glocks yeen talm bout nun' (Cmon man, free baby EBG)
Ye'en talm bout glokk yeen talm bout nun'
(Cmon yeen talm glokk yeen talm bout none, pussy yeah)
Yeen talm glokk yeen talm bout nun' (Hrrtl, Hrrtl)
Go hit the jugg and come back to the block
And you don't got no pistol or stick he ain't totin none but a damn rock
Told my bitch "watch me cook this shit up"
Walkin' it down, pick this Glock' pick his blick up
And we don't got nobody to get on there beef and just diss us
We pick up the band hit his ass just like Philip
Ion want him to touch my micro draco, I'm selfish
Think he a dog he get ate just like relish
Walk his ass down pick em up but he don't get no medkit
Said that she ion want fuck em like how she want fuck lil glokk cause I'm reckless
Bitch if you roll this leaf up and suck my dick up Ima buy you a necklace
I know this Glock for me to be benefit
Hmm, my adrenaline rushing I'm ready to catch em with this Glock
Nigga get throwed back just like medicine
Ima youngboy but I take off his "Top"
These niggas get replenish
I just left her Ion wan fuck no I'm bitch I'm finshed
Gotta be patient when you got that Glock nigga' give a fuck about the clinic
I be with real right and they billy they ain goin for none
These niggas they silly this Glock burn his ass like the sun
Glock 48. in my pocket this my son
Ima in a band this glock in my pocket this bit' hold a drum (Hrrtl)
F&N fye fan, this bitch Gon hit em this bit' miss a lung (Hmm, yeah)
Feel like Santan pop em with Glock 15 that hoe young (Hrrtl, hmm)
Call em a tran, man they be switchin sides get his ass gone (Hmm, ya)
Fuck bout a dam, nigga go beaver war with that gun (Hmm yeah)
Bitch I'm the man, man I got hit the lick and cut yo tongue
Hit em with this Glock, swear on everything that his ass sworn
GF shit, nigga BL but I'm still the young don
Real OSO come to yo block I'm the only safe one
Pillow case on the stick that made that lil boy go to sleep (Hmm yah)
Good feelin with the mobb, them boys coming in 30 deep
We in a stolen car police get behind me hit the feet
Ion celebrate Halloween Glock hit his ass look like "Trick or treat"
Wet his ass up on this block nigga was a leaf
My bitch bad gotta her Ferragamo slides said she on fleek
I do the dash on a cop car, get behind bush and I creep
Hmm, yeen niggas ain talm bout Glocks niggas talm bout none
You see GL4, bitch you better run
I ain't stuntin no nigga from G-code them nigga grew up with Munyun
What lil ki say 'these niggas ain roll up shit but blunts"
Blunts, yeah
