Kankan - Ain Goin’ To Heaven lyrics

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 evеn 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 housе 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 I I drugs, bitch
I ain't goin' to Heaven (Ha)

Nigga, yeah, w-we off the Schedule
We off the Schedule I I drugs, nigga
Ain't goin' to Heaven
FN hit his, uh, we ain't goin' to Heaven
FN hit his sh-, he ain't goin' to Heaven
Ayy, yeah, uh huh, straight up t-, uh huh
Uh huh ayy, 45, huh, 45, nigga, hollow tip