(No way, no way, no way)
(Tears of joy)
(No way, no way, no way)
Yeah, yeah, .308
Hit you in your brain
Leaving you insane
F*ck is you talkin' about, what
F*ck is you talkin' about, gang?
Like I don't even know y'all, what
I don't even know your name
Once I get a bag, I'm on a plane
I just need to get away
To new grass, away from the snakes
New gas, going straight to the face
You'd die if you was in my place
You'd cry if you live my day
Sike bitch, all I make is plays
You don't got this, It's Helmut Lang
Yeah, yeah, yeah now you're pissing me off
100 round drum and the crosshairs locked
Roll a big ass wood, but it looks like a log
If you hit this shit, you just might cough
Ima hit my, my, hit the milly rock
Why ya'll hoes all on my, Shh
What?
Lil' bro pop the truck
Spraying and praying, because I'm a lil' crunk
It really don't take too much
To get like me, I'm a swaggin' ass punk
Bubba done passed me the blunt, before I take a hit, lil' bitch push up
Me and my mans on a hunt, that loud ass za, shit smell like skunk
Yeah, yeah, .308
Hit you in your brain
Leaving you insane
F*ck is you talkin' about, what
F*ck is you talkin' about, gang?
Like I don't even know y'all, what
I don't even know your name
Spinning like merry-go-round
I done did it again, changing my sound
My momma keep saying, I'm smelling like loud
I still hope I'm making her proud
Yeah, but look at me now
I'm jumping in front of a crowd
This that shit that make me smile
Running up bands, since I was a child
Yeah, yeah, .308
Hit you in your brain
Leaving you insane
F*ck is you talkin' about, what
F*ck is you talkin' about, gang?
Like I don't even know y'all, what
I don't even know your name
Once I get a bag, I'm on a plane
I just need to get away
To new grass, away from the snakes
New gas, going straight to the face
You'd die if you was in my place
You'd cry if you live my day
Sike bitch, all I make is plays
You don't got this, It's Helmut Lang
(.308)
(Brain)
(Insane)
(F*ck is you talkin' about gang?)
(I don't even know your name)
Yeah, yeah, .308
Hit you in your brain
Leaving you insane
F*ck is you talkin' about, what
F*ck is you talkin' about, gang?
Like I don't even know y'all, what
I don't even know your name
Once I get a bag, I'm on a plane
I just need to get away
To new grass, away from the snakes
New gas, going straight to the face
You'd die if you was in my place
You'd cry if you live my day
Sike bitch, all I make is plays
You don't got this, It's Helmut Lang
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English
(No way, no way, no way)
(Tears of joy)
(No way, no way, no way)
Yeah, yeah, .308
Hit you in your brain
Leaving you insane
F*ck is you talkin' about, what
F*ck is you talkin' about, gang?
Like I don't even know y'all, what
I don't even know your name
Once I get a bag, I'm on a plane
I just need to get away
To new grass, away from the snakes
New gas, going straight to the face
You'd die if you was in my place
You'd cry if you live my day
Sike bitch, all I make is plays
You don't got this, It's Helmut Lang
Yeah, yeah, yeah now you're pissing me off
100 round drum and the crosshairs locked
Roll a big ass wood, but it looks like a log
If you hit this shit, you just might cough
Ima hit my, my, hit the milly rock
Why ya'll hoes all on my, Shh
What?
Lil' bro pop the truck
Spraying and praying, because I'm a lil' crunk
It really don't take too much
To get like me, I'm a swaggin' ass punk
Bubba done passed me the blunt, before I take a hit, lil' bitch push up
Me and my mans on a hunt, that loud ass za, shit smell like skunk
Yeah, yeah, .308
Hit you in your brain
Leaving you insane
F*ck is you talkin' about, what
F*ck is you talkin' about, gang?
Like I don't even know y'all, what
I don't even know your name
Spinning like merry-go-round
I done did it again, changing my sound
My momma keep saying, I'm smelling like loud
I still hope I'm making her proud
Yeah, but look at me now
I'm jumping in front of a crowd
This that shit that make me smile
Running up bands, since I was a child
Yeah, yeah, .308
Hit you in your brain
Leaving you insane
F*ck is you talkin' about, what
F*ck is you talkin' about, gang?
Like I don't even know y'all, what
I don't even know your name
Once I get a bag, I'm on a plane
I just need to get away
To new grass, away from the snakes
New gas, going straight to the face
You'd die if you was in my place
You'd cry if you live my day
Sike bitch, all I make is plays
You don't got this, It's Helmut Lang
(.308)
(Brain)
(Insane)
(F*ck is you talkin' about gang?)
(I don't even know your name)
Yeah, yeah, .308
Hit you in your brain
Leaving you insane
F*ck is you talkin' about, what
F*ck is you talkin' about, gang?
Like I don't even know y'all, what
I don't even know your name
Once I get a bag, I'm on a plane
I just need to get away
To new grass, away from the snakes
New gas, going straight to the face
You'd die if you was in my place
You'd cry if you live my day
Sike bitch, all I make is plays
You don't got this, It's Helmut Lang
(Tears of joy)
(No way, no way, no way)
Yeah, yeah, .308
Hit you in your brain
Leaving you insane
F*ck is you talkin' about, what
F*ck is you talkin' about, gang?
Like I don't even know y'all, what
I don't even know your name
Once I get a bag, I'm on a plane
I just need to get away
To new grass, away from the snakes
New gas, going straight to the face
You'd die if you was in my place
You'd cry if you live my day
Sike bitch, all I make is plays
You don't got this, It's Helmut Lang
Yeah, yeah, yeah now you're pissing me off
100 round drum and the crosshairs locked
Roll a big ass wood, but it looks like a log
If you hit this shit, you just might cough
Ima hit my, my, hit the milly rock
Why ya'll hoes all on my, Shh
What?
Lil' bro pop the truck
Spraying and praying, because I'm a lil' crunk
It really don't take too much
To get like me, I'm a swaggin' ass punk
Bubba done passed me the blunt, before I take a hit, lil' bitch push up
Me and my mans on a hunt, that loud ass za, shit smell like skunk
Yeah, yeah, .308
Hit you in your brain
Leaving you insane
F*ck is you talkin' about, what
F*ck is you talkin' about, gang?
Like I don't even know y'all, what
I don't even know your name
Spinning like merry-go-round
I done did it again, changing my sound
My momma keep saying, I'm smelling like loud
I still hope I'm making her proud
Yeah, but look at me now
I'm jumping in front of a crowd
This that shit that make me smile
Running up bands, since I was a child
Yeah, yeah, .308
Hit you in your brain
Leaving you insane
F*ck is you talkin' about, what
F*ck is you talkin' about, gang?
Like I don't even know y'all, what
I don't even know your name
Once I get a bag, I'm on a plane
I just need to get away
To new grass, away from the snakes
New gas, going straight to the face
You'd die if you was in my place
You'd cry if you live my day
Sike bitch, all I make is plays
You don't got this, It's Helmut Lang
(.308)
(Brain)
(Insane)
(F*ck is you talkin' about gang?)
(I don't even know your name)
Yeah, yeah, .308
Hit you in your brain
Leaving you insane
F*ck is you talkin' about, what
F*ck is you talkin' about, gang?
Like I don't even know y'all, what
I don't even know your name
Once I get a bag, I'm on a plane
I just need to get away
To new grass, away from the snakes
New gas, going straight to the face
You'd die if you was in my place
You'd cry if you live my day
Sike bitch, all I make is plays
You don't got this, It's Helmut Lang
Writer: Diego Molina
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid