Kankan - Fraction lyrics
[Kankan - Fraction lyrics]
Yeah, yeah
Neeko you made that motherfuckin' beat?
Ah nah, you ain't make that motherfucker
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
Nigga can't find no Act' so
I'm sippin' on Wock' still
Ayy, these niggas ain't gettin' no money
Just scored on a whole seal
I just spent this whole deal, on some Codeine
I'm with some niggas that's down to kill
Bad bitch kept her mouth closed
So I flew her out again
New Glock, that bitch two-tone
It'll hit your house and kids
All this Oxy', I can't do wrong
Niggas don't get high as this
And I'm rich as fuck, you knew that
Might be where Obama is
Ayy, stick hit up his residence
All black Tahoe like the President
Bitch, just watch me do my murder dance
I just ran right through a hunnid bands
Bitch, pass me a rubber band
My lil' brother just copped a new TEC
These hoes, they so toxic
They want my babies and I
Ain't even made it yet
In the back of the Maybach
Countin' up racks my new hoe Off White
Put that hoe on Percs, we fuckin' all night
My hoe, she too bad, she love that toxic life
And, bitch, I love that fast shit
My white hoe, yeah, that hoe
She into fashion we get money, nigga
Better stop that flaggin'
Need to stop it, K split 'em like a fraction
Hunnids comin' in, so I keep on addin'
Keep a hit stick, bitch
But this ain't Madden
I don't know why they mad at me my nigga
He poppin' all these Percs
Just like an addict
Might just go drop six racks on some Codeine
Gotta have it
Niggas know I'm shootin' shit, bitch
Just like my dad did
Nigga, and it's still fuck
12 and fuck traffic
Ain't stoppin' at no red lights, bitch
That's what them racks did
Neeko you made that motherfuckin' beat?
Ah nah, you ain't make that motherfucker
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
Nigga can't find no Act' so
I'm sippin' on Wock' still
Ayy, these niggas ain't gettin' no money
Just scored on a whole seal
I just spent this whole deal, on some Codeine
I'm with some niggas that's down to kill
Bad bitch kept her mouth closed
So I flew her out again
New Glock, that bitch two-tone
It'll hit your house and kids
All this Oxy', I can't do wrong
Niggas don't get high as this
And I'm rich as fuck, you knew that
Might be where Obama is
Ayy, stick hit up his residence
All black Tahoe like the President
Bitch, just watch me do my murder dance
I just ran right through a hunnid bands
Bitch, pass me a rubber band
My lil' brother just copped a new TEC
These hoes, they so toxic
They want my babies and I
Ain't even made it yet
In the back of the Maybach
Countin' up racks my new hoe Off White
Put that hoe on Percs, we fuckin' all night
My hoe, she too bad, she love that toxic life
And, bitch, I love that fast shit
My white hoe, yeah, that hoe
She into fashion we get money, nigga
Better stop that flaggin'
Need to stop it, K split 'em like a fraction
Hunnids comin' in, so I keep on addin'
Keep a hit stick, bitch
But this ain't Madden
I don't know why they mad at me my nigga
He poppin' all these Percs
Just like an addict
Might just go drop six racks on some Codeine
Gotta have it
Niggas know I'm shootin' shit, bitch
Just like my dad did
Nigga, and it's still fuck
12 and fuck traffic
Ain't stoppin' at no red lights, bitch
That's what them racks did