Tana - ​incredibles lyrics

Steven Lewis

[Tana - ​incredibles lyrics]

Boibin, haha

I call up on Tec' in case
That lil' boy wanna talk down
If you see me and gang
Then you know you better run now
And I ain't sparin' nothin', little boy
You gon' get gunned down
Experimenting with the Glock 'cause we
Shoot it for fun now
Choppa bullets goin' left right
If he talk down it's on sight
And we gon' run you over, little boy
It ain't no headlights
And we got Glocks, we don't fight
My shooter knock yo' head right
And just like it's the Purge
My whole gang we killin' all night

Runnin' to the bag, niggas stealin' swag
Me and Tana off the map
Say you hard, boy, that's cap
Like it's Minecraft, we stack
And my pockets on fat
'Cause I fill 'em up with racks
Tana callin'
I put 10K on yo' fuckin' wrist
Pussy boy, you broke
I put 10K on my fuckin' fit
Pussy talkin down
We gon' put еm on a fuckin' list
Gang-gang, you went from a gangster
To a fuckin' bitch

We gon' run up with that gun up
My wholе gang, yeah, we incredible
We on the come up
If you talkin' down then we got choppas
We gon' get you done up
Me and Tana, we get high-high
'til the sun up
Yeah, she ain't show me love back then
(Ooh hoo)
Like how many hoes, got like ten (Ooh hoo)
Yeah, they hated but now, they
Just all my fans, Yeah
And I stack it up, they
Watch me count my bands, Yeah

Uh, I'm finna walk with fire
I do not care because
I'm finna keep it close
Checkin' him because he think he
The man in this bitch
But he finna get hit in the nose
I'm finna get that bag for
Real, you stupid lil' bitch
I don't give a damn
And you already know that I'm not a child
And niggas know that I came
With this shit tucked
Look at me, I don't got limiters
Oh my God, walkin' with vinegar
Need an inhibiter
Oh my God, shawty angelic, she told
Me that she want my celibacy
I'm finna chill with her oh my God
I just be packin' and smackin' and
All of my niggas attackin' him
Oh my God, shawty affectionate
Uh uh uh, nigga I'm puttin' my back in it
(yeah)

Y-Y-Yeah, we killin' all night
This choppa it got fangs, rawr
Gone bite you, that's on sight
I just got that bag poured up
2 liters of that sprite (P-P-Plug)
I just hit her once, pussy make me go night
Night
Niggas lift 'bout 40 to get hit with this 40
Shoutout to lil' Tana
You know that is my woadie
Choppa live that sweet life, Zack and Cody
That choppa got a beam and we
Gon' aim at ya brodie

We don't stop at red lights
Play with gang you dead, right?
Fuck 'bout what you said, right?
My bitch give me head right
III just popped a med bite
Th-these lil' boys be fed, right
Shooter got some dreads, right?
K-Kel Tec, no, I won't fight
My-my-my-my choppa singin' figuero
I I I just wanna fuck
Swear I don't need you, Though
Too much diamonds on my mind
No I can't feed a hoe
C-call Tana with the choppa
Know he keep a pole

Hit a nigga, it's gone make his head split
Strong shooter
Lift his lil' body like a deadlift
But I pull up on him that nigga
Swear he ain't said shit
That lil' hoe up on me she
Tellin' me I'm the best shit
Nigga think he tough
Then we givin' him the afterthought
Choppa like a eel
It's gone make him have a aftershock
Prayin' that I miss
So I'm callin' it a pastor Glock
Shooters finna' put em' in the
Sky like a astronaut

Killin' all these niggas
I'ma slide off in the Bentley
I say shorty hella sexy
But you know I'm being friendly
Bitch I'm ridin' with the
Glocky, pussy nigga, Do not tempt me
She say, "yvngxchris
Can you slide? I need your ass
To break and bend me"
Bitch, I'm slidin' in the Vette
You pullin' up in Honda Civics
Niggas love to say they ballin, bitch you
Not even prolific nigga, you not my gang
Why the fuck you think that we can kick it?
Got a bitch, her name Dior
But I'm not steppin' in no Christians

Get that bag, and run it up
You know I did that
If you talkin' down then we gon'
Pop you like a tic tac
Sick-hit like baseball
You know I'm a hit that
Break em' like a kit-kat
Draco blow his wig back i got drakes
But I ain't talkin' bout Josh boy
Catch a opp boy
You know we gon' shoot just like we Blocboy
Body shoppin', we finna hunt you
Bet not get knocked boy
Whole gang goin' crazy and
We can't stop boy

D-D-Dash to that bag
Money stretch like elastic
Put my choppa undertaker
Put you in yo casket
Covid, I'm outta school
But I still made a classic
Can't see a damn thing, shoutout Xhu
(Where's my glasses?)
I get on the mic make a hit
I am 'bout to fuck on yo bitch
You niggas are trash, I admit
My skill you will never touch it
They like "Rae
Why you had to put that last part in?"
You pussy niggas might be babies fuck
Around and jack ya shit (Yeah)

Ayy, bruh, good shit, my nigga Santana, bruh
Shoutout everyone who hopped on
This shit, bruh, This shit hard as fuck
If y'all listenin' right now
Make sure y'all fuck with all
The niggas on this shit
And if you ain't fuckin'
With my nigga Santana, You a bitch
(Gun-Shot)

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