Kankan - Outta Here (2019) lyrics
[Kankan - Outta Here 2019 lyrics]
Wake up Slayer yeah, yeah (Huh)
Yeah, uh huh, yeah, uh huh
(Slayworld soldier)
Yeah, yeah (Racks) , racks on his head (Yeah)
Huh, ayy, uh huh
Okay, okay (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
I just want the Perc', okay, okay, let's
Oh, oh just popped that Perc, oh
(You slayed this one)
Popped a Perc', okay nigga
Finna be up 'til the morning
Got tired of Saks nigga
Now me and Wick walking up in Barneys
Mix the Act' with the Fanta
Nigga, yeah, this shit, it got me slurring
Mix the Perc' with the lean, okay
And this shit got me soaring
Yeah, the K leave you snoring
In thе Tesla X nigga, I'm flooring it
If it ain't about racks, I'm ignoring it
Different ho еvery city like I'm touring
In the CLS, yeah, lil' foreign
Okay, nigga yeah, your whip boring
Rack on his head yeah
Them shoes eight hundred
And the pack came in, yeah, from California
Talking that shit
Have the gang do a drive-by
I'm in the O with lil' Khan at the Wawa
Nigga, yeah, the draco make you go bye bye
Me and lil' Goonie got the Percs
Getting too high
Say you got racks, okay nigga, that's a lie
Me and Vene in the goddamn Tesla
We stay at the bank like a goddamn teller
Fucking on his ho and she say I do it better
And I just copped new Maison Margiela
Racks coming in, add it up, yeah yeah
What's in my cup and I'm sipping on, yeah
Sipping on Act', I ain't sipping no beer
Yeah, wrist look like a damn chandelier
Ayy, racks make his ass disappear
Ha, K hit his ass in the ear
Okay, yeah, hit his ass in the ear
Brand new Mason Mar- okay, K hit
His ass in the ear, ayy
Racks make his ass disappear, uh huh
Uh uh, yeah racks get his ass outta here
(Slayworld soldier)
Yeah, uh huh, yeah, uh huh
(Slayworld soldier)
Yeah, yeah (Racks) , racks on his head (Yeah)
Huh, ayy, uh huh
Okay, okay (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
I just want the Perc', okay, okay, let's
Oh, oh just popped that Perc, oh
(You slayed this one)
Popped a Perc', okay nigga
Finna be up 'til the morning
Got tired of Saks nigga
Now me and Wick walking up in Barneys
Mix the Act' with the Fanta
Nigga, yeah, this shit, it got me slurring
Mix the Perc' with the lean, okay
And this shit got me soaring
Yeah, the K leave you snoring
In thе Tesla X nigga, I'm flooring it
If it ain't about racks, I'm ignoring it
Different ho еvery city like I'm touring
In the CLS, yeah, lil' foreign
Okay, nigga yeah, your whip boring
Rack on his head yeah
Them shoes eight hundred
And the pack came in, yeah, from California
Talking that shit
Have the gang do a drive-by
I'm in the O with lil' Khan at the Wawa
Nigga, yeah, the draco make you go bye bye
Me and lil' Goonie got the Percs
Getting too high
Say you got racks, okay nigga, that's a lie
Me and Vene in the goddamn Tesla
We stay at the bank like a goddamn teller
Fucking on his ho and she say I do it better
And I just copped new Maison Margiela
Racks coming in, add it up, yeah yeah
What's in my cup and I'm sipping on, yeah
Sipping on Act', I ain't sipping no beer
Yeah, wrist look like a damn chandelier
Ayy, racks make his ass disappear
Ha, K hit his ass in the ear
Okay, yeah, hit his ass in the ear
Brand new Mason Mar- okay, K hit
His ass in the ear, ayy
Racks make his ass disappear, uh huh
Uh uh, yeah racks get his ass outta here
(Slayworld soldier)