High Off Gun Powder (feat. Kodak Black & Chief Keef) - Fredo Santana

They call me Gucci the Don, the best that ever did it I'm dressed in Louis Vuitton, they say I overspend it I just got out on a bond, they know I got the millies And if I lift up my arm then it get really chilly Ring cost a pretty penny, they say I'm getting skinny But there ain't nothing skinny bout Gucci but them things on my Bentley The center of attention I got a new invention It cost me 95 thou, but it's only five inches I got on 95's now and I'm counting up five millies And if you snitching then nigga you need to stay your distance I was worth two mill when I went and bought that Bart Simpson Done fucked with so many women I need to start pimping Start pimping, I need to start pimping Done fucked with so many women I need to start pimping Start pimping, I need to start pimping Done fucked with so many women I need to start pimping I need to start pimping Hoes think I'm a pimp, cause I walk with a limp No, the pistol on my hip, that's why I walk with a limp Water your block, [?] like a pimp Squeeze this trigger, bullets bust a nigga's pimple I am Glo Gang, and I ain't chimp Caught your thot like pimp Chop come through and slam, niggas Duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh, blam, niggas! I ain't worried bout nothing niggas Scooterska-scooterska damn, nigga 30 up in this damn nigga Rugerda-rugerda ham nigga Killer season like Cam, nigga Don't disrespect [?] nigga Come through your block, fuck [?] nigga Bullets stick to a nigga's damn liver Crook walk like pimp Ay, blood gang I am

Ha, it's Gucci, burr, go in, Mike WiLL Made It Well, I'm blowing kush, endorsin' it For those that ain't as fortunate I work my fork, I work my wrist Got babies like the orphanage Got cabbage like a cabbage patch Got collard greens and turtles, bitch I turn 'em in the turnin' lane I'm always in a foreign whip My trap boomin' like Boomingdale's A long line like you at the Ritz Got bank like Lloyd, Yayo, like Tony But won't give you 50 cent Red rubies on my Rolex bezel It look like I slit my wrist White diamonds like I'm Liberace Bitch, come here and Kiss my fist I use cristal for Listerine I brush my teeth with pure codeine I wash my face with bottled water Drink champagne straight out the bottle All my whips got superchargers All my hoes are supermodels He go hard but I go harder He faker than Harry potter. He try to turn up with two hundred ones He's make me Laugh I drink my champagne out the bottle, nigga I don't fuck with no glass So many gualas in my pants, nigga It's makin' me sag And when I leave up out the lot, nigga Top in the trash So much money in my safe I don't think that I can close it So much money in my jeans I don't think that I can tote it Had a good day And then I went and bought a Roley Shorty brain me so crazy Had to tell the girl to hold it Got a college girl, just spoken words She think that she a poet When I smash the girl, just spoken words I have to keep her focused 'Bout to put me out the buildin' Cause I got them nosy neighbors Say I'm smokin' loud and they complainin' 'Bout the noise and fragrance Think I'm going through a phase Cause my verses are amazing Think I'm walking through a maze When I'm walking through the station Drawing pictures with my words While these other niggas tracin' Walking back and forth pacing Like my girl gon' have a baby. He try to turn up with two hundred ones He's makin' me laugh I drink my champagne out the bottle, nigga I don't fuck with no glass So many gualas in my pants, nigga It's makin' me sag And when I leave up out the lot, nigga Top in the trash. When I pull up to the lot, aye All the hoes gon' drop, aye Like look at his watch, aye Like look at his car Look at his earrings Look at his his bling bling, aye That nigga stuntin', just damn near killed the scene Make bitches scream and faint, aye I just poured me up a pint, of that purple I don't like red You want to fight bitch, you might be dead, aye Red white white chalk, Some niggas in the rear with black hawks Counting so much damn green, hurt my damn thumb I was trying to fucking eat, bit my damn tongue. He try to turn up with two hundred ones He's makin' me laugh I drink my champagne out the bottle, nigga I don't fuck with no glass So many gualas in my pants, nigga It's makin' me sag And when I leave up out the lot, nigga Top in the trash.

Boogie woogie Me love the sun Its so hot hot hot Lets jam lets jam Says uncle sam () Lalalala Santana jam Lalalala Santana jam Its nice and hot Not cold nor warm I dont even hear A stormy storm Lalala Santana jam Lalala Santana jam

I still remember the first wetting Filled up with hype and adrenaline Gave the yout' a little leggin' Next time was a face shot, progression My youngin got life, stressin' Wonderin' if we'll forget him Back then for six racks, get 'em Now times that by ten just for renting It ain't 'bout the start, it's the endin' It ain't 'bout your heart, it's the weapon This music just came as a blessin' After all of the rain and the lessons Promoters, they pay for my entrance These people, they pay for a sentence Robbed the plug, never meant it My biggest mistake, I left it Grew up with my mum (mum) Used to see my dad a bit (a bit) 'Til I started movin' so dumb He couldn't even manage it I was 14 and I was missin' like Madeleine Stealin' phones, chippin' in with my niggas for cannabis I quit school for the bangin' strip But let's go back a bit Mum moved me out of London when I was like ten But I was the same out there, I was badder again So by 13, we was back in the ends (we're back) But bringin' me back to that shitty estate Was probably my mum's biggest mistake But she never grew up or lived in this place Met my dad here, thinks the city is great Biggest mistake, this ain't no city your kids wanna play I'm from where, real young, you make killers as mates That's maximum profit on minimum wage Now I'm a star, they won't give me no space Bad bitch with an innocent face Why you broke? There's a million ways Got my knife every day 'cause I'm still in my ways Yo, this rap weren't never the plan I'm cool but never a fan (never) Not havin' money don't make no one less of a man But you need money to be the best that you can If I go broke, I'll go rest in the can Bump into opps and I'm reppin' the gang Young little teenagers steppin' for man That man ain't got no bodies but reckon they're bad (How?) Feds on my back They think I'm the head of the gang Couple G's on the road Got the rest of the bros in the can (free 'em) Couple hundred in drug P's Put the rest of the P's in the bank (put that away) Kilos of petrol up in the bando and the rest in my tank, yo We got it, there's no wrestlin', man Who's gonna wrestle with man? (Who?) She said I'm out here fuckin' everybody Who's gonna settle with that? (Hmm?) Cookin' tuna in my cell Used to use kettles for that Since I ran up half a million, pussy, I never been better We been livin' a way, fly out the cunch, give it away Next thing you know, the phone's on the drib in a day That's how I done it, it's really the way I shot the glass from whippin' the yay Lost it, was my biggest mistake Gave Delma some food, he went missin' away He must've thought up in the prison he safe Biggest mistake My niggas ran in the cell and slit in his face (gang) This ain't rap, it's really the case Revenge is so sweet, it's really the taste Everyone knows me, the feelin' is strange (strange) Dark tint when I chill in the Range (Range) Bro got locked, years in the cage Every day's the same, so I give him a change Yo, I worked so hard to be real But them lies that they make ain't harmin' me, still (never) Got a yout' strapped up in the party to kill He knows make his own way home if he's barkin' it still My army is real 20 years if he pleads, that's hardly a deal Man, it's awkward now I don't even know what we should talk about You must be havin' weird dreams of walkin' out (ah) You don't need kebab shops for no quarter pounds Just phone Little Capo, he'll sort you out My niggas ride, don't talk it out Hanger in the pot, fork it out Used to have to stay at my shorty's house Now my left wrist is a mortgage house You know what's funny as well? (What?) Before I met Santan Dave I met his brother in jail I never knew and his brother didn't tell (for real?) Who would've thought me and his brother would sell? Number one in the charts I used to be number one in the dark, dark Doubtin' myself was my biggest mistake Trustin' someone was also my biggest mistake We started as dargs, but he finished a snake Can't run 'round there to slither away I'm into money, ain't into debates With my knife on, watch niggas deflate The quicker I leave, the bigger the chase So girl, don't play, give a nigga your face I paid my lawyer, I'm winnin' the case Feds took 50, still had a grin on my face (huh) Percs, I got dribs in the safe Think I'm out with all the shit that I made Give a nigga a break Every dog has his day, but it isn't today (nah) Free my dargs that's still locked in the cage Reminiscin' on their biggest mistake (the biggest) I still remember the first wetting Filled up with hype and adrenaline Gave the yout' a little leggin' Next time was a face shot, progression My youngin got life, stressin' Wonderin' if we'll forget him Back then for six racks, get 'em Now times that by ten just for renting It ain't 'bout the start, it's the endin' It ain't 'bout your heart, it's the weapon This music just came as a blessin' After all of the rain and the lessons Promoters, they pay for my entrance These people, they pay for a sentence Robbed the plug, never meant it My biggest mistake, I left it Can money buy happiness? No, money can't buy happiness But it can contribute towards gettin' happiness I mean, you can't go into the shop and purchase a bottle of happiness It just doesn't work like that There's not, like, a single thing that you can identify as happiness And say you're gonna have money and get that There's so much more

Machine baby Fakky Yo, ye-ye-ye-ye-ye Came up from nothing now I've got the block jumping (Jumping) I make these haters sick to the belly like they eat something, (Yea) aye Because all I see is cappin' baggy fake tuggin', yo (Fake tuggin') I just kept it quiet like I'm up to something (How?) Aye, many times are going to count me out? (How many times?) It's like a fucking joke (What?) I'm like drop me out (Drop me out) Aye, it's time to recognise I won't lose I already won you should've seen my school shoes Now every think I do come like hood news (Aye) I just got some good head to a good view (Ah) My lawyer on the phone with some good news Fuck Uber eats I eat good food (Aye) Paranoid I had to stop smoking (Stop smoking) It's time to show 'em I am not joking (Aye) I'm like had to hit Leezy, then I hit dream Then I hit the booth and show 'em what we really mean (Let's go, aye) F music it's the take over (Take over) I'm from a ugly place (Ye) this the makeover (What else?) Fuck a dumb bitch (What else?) Or fake joker (What else?) I'm a take the bed (Aye) And you can take the sofa (Aye) I'm as real as they come (Aye) Don't act dumb like I got rid of my guns You likkle boy, you're lucky that you live with your mom I would of spent ten racks (Pa-pa-pa-pa-pow) And made 'em riddle your drum, aye Most underestimated, most underrated (What else?) Most loved, most hated, most anticipated (What else?) Most know it, most see it, most won't say it (Sketchy) I dropped banger after banger You can check my stages (Bom-bom-bom-pow) See my money thick like the yellow pages (Aye) I passed that hood test blood I never went Cambridge See when I pull up skrrt, skrrt I just can't explain it (Aye) You better hold your girl 'cause she needs saving As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death Them niggas came for my life (Life) I put the devil in check, (Check) aye Free tiny Ts, he's tryna fight attempt (Free ten) They ain't coming for me (Me) I'm coming for them (Yea) Anyone can get it fam there's no one exempt (You) Don't wanna play on th field (Uh), sit on the bench Tryna come up in the hood like your names Ross Kemp (Who?) There will be nothing but smoke (Pa-pa-pa-pa-pow) Like some Indian hemp (Aye take it) They know what it is (Aye) I ain't got to tell these niggas Fam they know what we did (What else?) Yea, they know what I'll do (What else?) They know what I'm on (Let's go) If you're coming come ard or forget it it's long (Aye-aye-aye) Take it I'm a everlast (Everlast) had the bricks coming through I had 'em coming fast (Coming fast) They got these hood niggas eating in the fancy spots (In the fancy spots) Come a long way from baggin' in the travel lodge (Aye) I don't some bad shit darg I'm just thanking God (Swear it down) That's I see another day 'cause I done a lot (Look) It's the comeback kid, aye fuck a loss (Fekky) We'll see, I'll see you at the top (Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye) (Ye-ye-ye-eh) Nah, nah, nah I ain't done yet (Let's go) How they kill your boy and they ain't been bun yet (Pow) In the disco (Disco), aye with a one step (Let's go) Disrespects, ah he will get a one check Fuck the rumours (Fuck that), you better stand corrected (Trust me) Them guys laughed at me (Ha-ha-ha), but it was all expected (Woo) I bet when you was in school you was so rejected (No) Always put down (Down) you was not respected (What else?) In kiss chase you never got chased (Aaa) Wa bean for umbre all up in my funchway It's another day, another country (Aye) Everything Chris Lam had free Every day I was rolling strapped Them times I made she loves me, feds wanna duff me Them man are so scared, man they really wanna snuff me Yo, don't these niggers know you don't poke a beer? Don't you know the lion's pants When they smell the fair? (Yea) And I smell pussy, it's all in the air, yeah Your mates cool but keep them over there 'Cause bad man forward bad man pull up (Pow-pow-pow) Everyone's falling when bad man pull up, aye Yea, "4 Life" the mix tape out now Put the link in the BIOS, out everywhere Beat F, plow (Machine baby)