Kankan - Obama Crib (Remix) lyrics
[Kankan - Obama Crib Remix lyrics]
(Ayy, Mino, is this catchy?)
Ayy, lil' Mino (Yetii)
Ayy, Mino, ayy, ayy, lil' Mino (99) ayy
My nigga off of that gas, yeah
He finna pass out
In the high-rise wit' yo' ho
She got her ass out
And these niggas, they broke
Than a bitch, yeah, I got my racks out
Ayy, lil' nigga, you broke than a bitch
You still in yo' dad house
Ayy, just copped a lil' crib
That shit look like Obama crib
Ayy, you broke than a bitch, lil' nigga
You where yo' momma live
Ayy, hop on this lil' ass beat
Nigga ain't doin' no adlib
I dropped like five racks and it's
Still in my bag still
Ayy, nigga say he got smoke
Then meet me in Saks Fifth ayy, lil' nigga
You broke as fuck and he goin' out sad still
Ayy, my nigga, He ride wit' the K and that
Nigga he down to kill
Ayy, we just scored on some Wock', nigga
That shit still sealed
One call up my shooter, I can get you killеd
Can't say no names but just know
He could get your brain spillеd
And no way ain't no one on one
I brought the gang here
(Fight back, nigga, fight back)
That's the sound of the shotgun
Midway it go through his back
I I I call up my shooters
Know my shooters on attack
I need me a Glock and that lil' drum
It came attached
My lil' shooters in the roof but me
And Jay run through the back
Aye, aye, y'all go through the roof, we
Gon' go through the back, aiight, Bet
We finna zip him up, body bag, toe tag
We finna put him in
And I be with them shooters
Who don't lose 'cause we just slide the win
Chrome Hearts and Bape my body
Yeah, she told me I'm her type of man
Ayy, lil' Mino (Yetii)
Ayy, Mino, ayy, ayy, lil' Mino (99) ayy
My nigga off of that gas, yeah
He finna pass out
In the high-rise wit' yo' ho
She got her ass out
And these niggas, they broke
Than a bitch, yeah, I got my racks out
Ayy, lil' nigga, you broke than a bitch
You still in yo' dad house
Ayy, just copped a lil' crib
That shit look like Obama crib
Ayy, you broke than a bitch, lil' nigga
You where yo' momma live
Ayy, hop on this lil' ass beat
Nigga ain't doin' no adlib
I dropped like five racks and it's
Still in my bag still
Ayy, nigga say he got smoke
Then meet me in Saks Fifth ayy, lil' nigga
You broke as fuck and he goin' out sad still
Ayy, my nigga, He ride wit' the K and that
Nigga he down to kill
Ayy, we just scored on some Wock', nigga
That shit still sealed
One call up my shooter, I can get you killеd
Can't say no names but just know
He could get your brain spillеd
And no way ain't no one on one
I brought the gang here
(Fight back, nigga, fight back)
That's the sound of the shotgun
Midway it go through his back
I I I call up my shooters
Know my shooters on attack
I need me a Glock and that lil' drum
It came attached
My lil' shooters in the roof but me
And Jay run through the back
Aye, aye, y'all go through the roof, we
Gon' go through the back, aiight, Bet
We finna zip him up, body bag, toe tag
We finna put him in
And I be with them shooters
Who don't lose 'cause we just slide the win
Chrome Hearts and Bape my body
Yeah, she told me I'm her type of man