Tana - EOS (Remix) lyrics
Steven Lewis
[Tana - EOS Remix lyrics]
I don't know why they think
I can't do it bro
It's this Tana, that Tana
"Oh he fourteen, but he's only fourteen"
I don't care like bro, I don't care
You think you know, but you don't, bro
You don't know who I am behind this screen
(What are you talking about? made
That) It's only like- c'mon bro
Handful of Xans and a cup full of Act'
(Boom)
He want smoke, then we pushing him back
I got your thotty, I'm breakin' her back
Two or three shots, now it's deeper than rap
We send him up to the sky if he cap
I was bored, I made that boy run a lap
Aim on a hunnid', I shoot at your hat
And my blood brother droppin' the Hatz
He ain't droppin the Hatz
We got beef, you get clapped
He talk down, then it's wraps
You a clown, you get smacked
Like, in the city, where you at
Lil' Santana, I spit facts
I don't cap in my raps
If I see you, you get whacked, like
(You get whackеd, like) (I don't know
I don't know why they be talkin')
(Likе I just can't switch the flow
Up at any time, like bro, All these songs I
Got in here with different styles, they all
Doin', they need that autotune, nigga, like
Come on)
It don't make no sense bro, I could
Literally do it all bro, like
This is the one song where I
Decided to get cocky bro, Honestly bro
Ha
Your gang we throwin' down
Say he want smoke but we know he a clown
Silencer on the stick, don't make no sound
Like, in TSA with a pound
She, she at the crib tryna milk me
Get off the bus, go home and watch Silky
She so nasty, she get filthy
Redhead shooter, stay in Philly
Off of the sugar, Perc', and the wood
I'm gon' be rich, lil bitch, I'm good
Tryna flex as much as I could
I feel like Chris, got leaves with blood
I'ma killer, call me Santana Wick
I ain't no baby but
I'm still droppin' fit's
See me in public and she wan' take a flick
He talkin' down and he get hit with that
(Blick)
I can't do it bro
It's this Tana, that Tana
"Oh he fourteen, but he's only fourteen"
I don't care like bro, I don't care
You think you know, but you don't, bro
You don't know who I am behind this screen
(What are you talking about? made
That) It's only like- c'mon bro
Handful of Xans and a cup full of Act'
(Boom)
He want smoke, then we pushing him back
I got your thotty, I'm breakin' her back
Two or three shots, now it's deeper than rap
We send him up to the sky if he cap
I was bored, I made that boy run a lap
Aim on a hunnid', I shoot at your hat
And my blood brother droppin' the Hatz
He ain't droppin the Hatz
We got beef, you get clapped
He talk down, then it's wraps
You a clown, you get smacked
Like, in the city, where you at
Lil' Santana, I spit facts
I don't cap in my raps
If I see you, you get whacked, like
(You get whackеd, like) (I don't know
I don't know why they be talkin')
(Likе I just can't switch the flow
Up at any time, like bro, All these songs I
Got in here with different styles, they all
Doin', they need that autotune, nigga, like
Come on)
It don't make no sense bro, I could
Literally do it all bro, like
This is the one song where I
Decided to get cocky bro, Honestly bro
Ha
Your gang we throwin' down
Say he want smoke but we know he a clown
Silencer on the stick, don't make no sound
Like, in TSA with a pound
She, she at the crib tryna milk me
Get off the bus, go home and watch Silky
She so nasty, she get filthy
Redhead shooter, stay in Philly
Off of the sugar, Perc', and the wood
I'm gon' be rich, lil bitch, I'm good
Tryna flex as much as I could
I feel like Chris, got leaves with blood
I'ma killer, call me Santana Wick
I ain't no baby but
I'm still droppin' fit's
See me in public and she wan' take a flick
He talkin' down and he get hit with that
(Blick)