Desperado - Kawasaki lyrics

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Ft. Corleone & Skrapz

(Intro)

Desperados, aim for the streets

Cha Corleone, cha Scuffus

We speedin', word mean 5 diamond, anyway

Vruuuuum

Look

(Verse)

It's a late summer, chillin' with em young'ns

Youth started pull out anythin' from their jumpers

Always runnin' round that enties, drop em hundreds

Man I try not dodge man with the trenches

When that beef kicks off, sawin' punches

You ain't bout that life, stay in yo gym, doin' ya crunches

Me, I'm with my chumses, no chillin' wit you bumses

Dumb kids run in this, needs bout this hundreds

I live a life you only dream about, my niggas

Can't be leanin' out the window, point the Nina out

Have these pussies breezin' out, cars all my G's about

Fightin' enemies and die fo' piece is what we really bout

I'm plottin' free the families blowin' loud armies

I ain't trappin' here fo' shit, I bought a don Papi

I won't let you down, papi, thinkin' that these broads happy

I'm poppin' meeties in this bitch, upon the cowards 'zactly

(Hook x2)

We gon' pain crack, tell yo friends that

I heard there's a drop by the ends, bout to end that

Forget about the rules, becuz we bend that

And all the loose shots, man, we lend that

(Verse 2: Corleone)

Talkin' bout the grind, so much money through my hands

Brick after brick, every day anotha pound

Every day anotha slum, they wanna blackboard the killa

Coon from the spinner, in my black Porsche I'm iller

Me and my bruva Des', we be grindin' through the winter

Droppin' my bag of bricks and told him check me in the summer

Livin' heavy in my beamer with the semi in the spinner

That's how we roll, yo, I miss my bruva Kinna

Kiss on the roads, now get out, ya hoes

Everybody diss, I tell em get out di clothes

Wanna see me beef, man I kick out the cone

Straight head shots, man, I clap out ya dome

YGB, nigga, fly young Jeezy, luv fo' the wild

Cut some strippes on chickey

The roads aren't pretty, it's cold and it's gritty

So anytime I'm out there I roll with the Smitty

(Hook x2)

We gon' pain crack, tell yo friends that

I heard there's a drop by the ends, bout to end that

Forget about the rules, becuz we bend that

And all the loose shots, man, we lend that

(Verse 3: Skrapz)

Yo, man already know what I'm about, I ain't gotta shout

I saw my nigga that is puke when ya let me outs

They say it's straps, me say don't worry bout it

All ya gotta do is put yo feet up and money comes

Put my feet up and money comes

I'm like hail to the knot, cuz I'm trained about my momma house

I used to keep the 4-5 in my nizzy's house

Pursue round a team of blocks like the big blutter arms

Free my niggas' doin' time in the big house

One after anotha, one, boom, now ya leg hurts(?!)

Finna put some haze in my blunt, I is catch up

Winners for the day, me and dead man catch up

Spray em, I'm prayin' all my dawgs stay up

And I don't take wild chats, I like layouts

I ain't nothin' like the NBA

Breathe easy befo' ya make me come and take yo breathe away

(Hook x2)

We gon' pain crack, tell yo friends that

I heard there's a drop by the ends, bout to end that

Forget about the rules, becuz we bend that

And all the loose shots, man, we lend that