ACOG Songtext
von Kankan
ACOG Songtext
If you don′t know who KANKAN is-
Bro, KANKAN, these niggas deadass don't know
Okay
That′s what they talkin' 'bout
Okay, okay
Trap Mafia
Huh
Yeah, yeah
Okay, so they don′t know
Ay, my nigga AR turn me up
Dog on the ceiling, got the bitch ok for the low, low
Water with the XD, niggas′ say nothin 'bout to go up
Liftin′ up the cup
It's the mud nigga′, ain't no cold
We in the Hellcat GT
Bitch not that Red Range Rover
Me in the Bentley Mulsanne
How the drugs had us, we ain′t sober
Call a real guard, shoot guard
Three times, nigga, hell yeah, then it's over
A.C.O.G scope, hit from the front, not get hit off the shoulders
Police gon' rip his ass, nigga, like he a goddamn poster
30 in him, just, nigga, yeah, he just a poser
We on a dumb run, nigga, yeah, I forgot damn ′bout the Rover
How you wanna T wit′ the gang, nigga, KEL-TEC, it make it over
Sippin' on red, red, red, nigga, and I ain′t even sober
Ay, my nigga AR turn me up
Say you got a piece of 'caine, we can work sumn′ out
On the packrunner shit
New pack, ain't finna ship it through his house
This nigga runnin′ his mouth
Them sausies, they run in his house
Please don't tweak bro nigga
Lil' rino might end that bitch out
Bust a damn out, with a calm, right
Niggas be cappin′ for clout
Bring the racks over here
Bro, hell yeah, you thought it was a joke
XD came with a supressor, that shit quieter than a mouse
Huh, yeah
Huh
Bro, KANKAN, these niggas deadass don't know
Okay
That′s what they talkin' 'bout
Okay, okay
Trap Mafia
Huh
Yeah, yeah
Okay, so they don′t know
Ay, my nigga AR turn me up
Dog on the ceiling, got the bitch ok for the low, low
Water with the XD, niggas′ say nothin 'bout to go up
Liftin′ up the cup
It's the mud nigga′, ain't no cold
We in the Hellcat GT
Bitch not that Red Range Rover
Me in the Bentley Mulsanne
How the drugs had us, we ain′t sober
Call a real guard, shoot guard
Three times, nigga, hell yeah, then it's over
A.C.O.G scope, hit from the front, not get hit off the shoulders
Police gon' rip his ass, nigga, like he a goddamn poster
30 in him, just, nigga, yeah, he just a poser
We on a dumb run, nigga, yeah, I forgot damn ′bout the Rover
How you wanna T wit′ the gang, nigga, KEL-TEC, it make it over
Sippin' on red, red, red, nigga, and I ain′t even sober
Ay, my nigga AR turn me up
Say you got a piece of 'caine, we can work sumn′ out
On the packrunner shit
New pack, ain't finna ship it through his house
This nigga runnin′ his mouth
Them sausies, they run in his house
Please don't tweak bro nigga
Lil' rino might end that bitch out
Bust a damn out, with a calm, right
Niggas be cappin′ for clout
Bring the racks over here
Bro, hell yeah, you thought it was a joke
XD came with a supressor, that shit quieter than a mouse
Huh, yeah
Huh
Writer(s): Kankan, Keandrian Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

