SANTANDER ft. Rokks & OG HeyHoe Lyrics

Ahh

Gllt Gllt Gllt Ahh

Yo

Yo

I be stomping, I'm not with the steppin' Everywhere that I go, man I stay with my FN

We see that boy in the spot, we gon' catch him It's a 4 to the F, everything we gon' dead it

Like I took a trip to Atlanta ( un uhh) I told the bitch that I Grxxve like a Fanta

New double R, man it's called Danny phantom If you got some works, come and kicc your santander

Gllt Gllt Gllt

Duppy ( un uhh) , I did a lot for this motherfucker uppy She gave me the piece and she ask can she trust me

I tell that bitch and go open a touchy, Look touchy, she think that I'm busta she want me to touch it

Sorry, no, no, baby, I cannot cuff it Look, this that Deluxe shit

Gllt Gllt Gllt

Step, step, uh, step, look, keep steppin' came with my Glock baby, this ain't no Wesson

He tryna box, but shit this is not tekken ' Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, keep flexin

He tried to flex shit, so we had to stretch him 7-6-2, he got hit in his melon

I took a trip to Miami ( vroom ) I'm off the wok, so, bitch, I ain't answerin

We spin the blocks, the phone never answerin' I back out the Knocc's, somebody gotta answer it

Niggas ain't ooters , I'm hearing they jammin' it ( Ahh ),Y'all niggas be panickin

I heard that your shooter, just turned to a dancer I'm givin' out smoke, I'm givin' out cancer

Not comin' to beg, girl, I'm on a mission How can I like it if I don't even miss it

I'm up at Starlet's, I'm with the tippers seen her in Starlet, she with the strippers

Don't get me started, ( don't get me started )Your circle is square, and yall niggas is pictures

Whenever I speak, they write up a scripture I'm in the field with the hittas and killers

It's a load on the air, let me throw it ( un uhh ) Everywhere that I go, I be bringin' them bowls in

Bad little bitch she Samoan, And her father the plug he sent that through the ocean

She gon fuck cause she know I got motion, And my white boy be ballin Jokic

Went to Cali to go meet the grower And this glizzy, this aint Hocus Pocus

( Gllt, gllt, gllt ahh ) Blitz em You ain't never go ride with your Smithen

You ain't go out of state with your glizzy You ain't never been sent on a mission

Double F, man, this shit here for Fendi When I throw it, it's gon' click till it's empty ( un uhh )

Lil' brodie walk down out that renty Ahh, gllt, gllt, gllt, ahh

I be stomping ', I'm not with the steppin' Everywhere that I go, man, I stay with my FN

We see that boy in the spot, we gon' catch him It's a 4 to the F, every day we gon' dead it

Like I took a trip to Atlanta, uh I told the bitch that I Grxxve like a Fanta ( un uhh )

New double R, man, it's called Danny phantom If you got some works, come and kicc your Santander

Gllt, gllt, gllt, Duppy I did a lot for this motherfucker uppy, She gave me the piece and she ask can she trust me

I told the bitch yea and go open a touchy

Look, touchy, ( touchy ) She think that I'm busta, she want me to touch it

Sorry, no, no, baby, I cannot cuff it Nah, look, this that Deluxe shit

GLLT, GLLT, GLLT