Syd tha Kyd - Dank lyrics

[Hook] [Vince Staples] I'm Trapping with my weapon Till they trap me in that f**ing cell Rap for sale, Drugs for sale Everything is up for sale Trying to bring my gun to hell, Hallelujah Load the Ruger, co*k the Ruger Aim it at your Mama, (Shoot Her) f**ing Loser [Speak!] Pawn Shop, Bayonets, Revolvers And some tape ca**ettes Tax Man, Axe Man We still out here collecting debt Empty all your pockets Prices right they need to pay up Accessory to hitting licks, Alley Oops and layup [Verse 1: Vince Staples] They make you famous Then say the money change ya But of course that money change us n***as Ever seen a range my n***a Hummer in the parking lot, you see me coming call the cops Im Robert Horry corner shot Rockets Jersey Camouflage No limit tank, with them gold spinning things b**h it pours, when it rains who*es be high as Brontosaurus twat Took a couple grand in molly morph the glocc Laser beam Shorty, Ed Hardy Print Ferrari Feel the tire shop [Hook] [Verse 2: Speak!] f** whatever band you in My bullet shells gargantuan Got Cantonese and mandarins Chinese hoes for laundering Endless stacks of laundromats My mail order brides are back Redbones, Green Cards, Crystal Meth, and Value Packs Chrome illusion spinners Lug boots and a new jag Yokohama tires for diamond studded doo-rag Papa's brand new bag, got the bones of Jimmy Hoffa Super fly like Jimmy Snuka With my jungle print chopper [Hook] [Outro] [Vince Staples] You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothing We say you a wa*ksta, and you need to stop frontin' Go to the dealership, and you never cop nothing You been hustling a long time, and you ain't got nothing Damn homie Damn homie Damn homie