Chito Rana$ - 2Tone GMan
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{Intro}
(Yung Jewl x Danny B)
{Verse 1: Chito Rana$}
Momma worried about me cause I'm living fast
If she fucking with me then she selling ass
She gone bring me money, I ain’t gotta ask
I sold my mini a.r. but I bought it back
2Two Tone Glock in my waist line
This ain't a Gen. 3
This a Gen. 5
This my bitch you can't take mines
They watched me blow up like a land mine
A.P. rounds in my 5.5.6
If the bitch bad then she gone take dick
Ima throw my hood up
I ain’t gotta say shit
P's up in
Hoes down
Real talk fuck a bitch
This for the homies in the front lines
I don't like nines
I Iike four five's
Nigga speak on me then he gone die
I get money cause I'm so fly
Riding in a hemi but its feeling like a spaceship
Police raided twice and they hit me with the same shit
I was in the county cause the buster was afraid in shit
If you gunna snitch don't even say you bang shit
{Chorus: Chito Rana$}
In the north I'm a king boy
Leave em with a hole from the beam boy
Throw some alcohol let it sting boy
Hear my chopper dance let it sing boy
If the feds hit we don't say shit
If it gotta switch ima spray shit
Still the same me
I ain’t change shit
In this a new hoe
Not the same bitch
{Verse 2: Trippy G}
Two tone Glock on my waist line
This for all my hitters on the main line
We don’t say shit we just take flight
Throwing guns out the window if I see lights
I'm running from the law if they try in apprehend me
Threw away the semi and went in bought a fully
If they want me at a show
Somebody better pay me
How you working over here if you ain’t even got a tully
Boy I'm on a paper chase 40 kinda heavy
My first 20 bands I was trapping out a chevy
Clip hang low got a beam for the aiming
Everybody shows love lames they be hating
Adding up these numbers while yo bitch give me top
Blunt in my dinem
While I'm loading up this Glock
Adding up these numbers while yo bitch give me top
Blunt in my dinem
While I'm loading up this Glock
{Chorus: Chito Rana$}
In the north I’m a king boy
Leave em with a hole from the beam boy
Throw some alcohol let it sting boy
Hear my chopper dance let it sing boy
If the feds hit we don't say shit
If it gotta switch ima spray shit
Still the same me
I ain't change shit
In this a new hoe
Not the same bitch
{outro}
(Yung Jewl x Danny B)
{Intro}
(Yung Jewl x Danny B)
{Verse 1: Chito Rana$}
Momma worried about me cause I'm living fast
If she fucking with me then she selling ass
She gone bring me money, I ain’t gotta ask
I sold my mini a.r. but I bought it back
2Two Tone Glock in my waist line
This ain't a Gen. 3
This a Gen. 5
This my bitch you can't take mines
They watched me blow up like a land mine
A.P. rounds in my 5.5.6
If the bitch bad then she gone take dick
Ima throw my hood up
I ain’t gotta say shit
P's up in
Hoes down
Real talk fuck a bitch
This for the homies in the front lines
I don't like nines
I Iike four five's
Nigga speak on me then he gone die
I get money cause I'm so fly
Riding in a hemi but its feeling like a spaceship
Police raided twice and they hit me with the same shit
I was in the county cause the buster was afraid in shit
If you gunna snitch don't even say you bang shit
{Chorus: Chito Rana$}
In the north I'm a king boy
Leave em with a hole from the beam boy
Throw some alcohol let it sting boy
Hear my chopper dance let it sing boy
If the feds hit we don't say shit
If it gotta switch ima spray shit
Still the same me
I ain’t change shit
In this a new hoe
Not the same bitch
{Verse 2: Trippy G}
Two tone Glock on my waist line
This for all my hitters on the main line
We don’t say shit we just take flight
Throwing guns out the window if I see lights
I'm running from the law if they try in apprehend me
Threw away the semi and went in bought a fully
If they want me at a show
Somebody better pay me
How you working over here if you ain’t even got a tully
Boy I'm on a paper chase 40 kinda heavy
My first 20 bands I was trapping out a chevy
Clip hang low got a beam for the aiming
Everybody shows love lames they be hating
Adding up these numbers while yo bitch give me top
Blunt in my dinem
While I'm loading up this Glock
Adding up these numbers while yo bitch give me top
Blunt in my dinem
While I'm loading up this Glock
{Chorus: Chito Rana$}
In the north I’m a king boy
Leave em with a hole from the beam boy
Throw some alcohol let it sting boy
Hear my chopper dance let it sing boy
If the feds hit we don't say shit
If it gotta switch ima spray shit
Still the same me
I ain't change shit
In this a new hoe
Not the same bitch
{outro}
(Yung Jewl x Danny B)
