Hahhhaaaa Yeah It’s Lil K-A-N You know what it is It’s a BOMB man you know what it is Gangsta
I put on for my city Put on I put on
I’m riding down the block in a black Cadillac Rims pokey Lotta chickens hopping in the back Sit you ass down Man I like your frown Where you from? Eastside Yeah I rep my city now Got the block on lock You know we playing LEGO You know we stay on point Everywhere we go Shout out to Жулебино The realest shit I ever wrote Trapstar 12 year old Stay up on my tippy-toes A millie a millie a millie A millionaire Got the headlights of your truck pointing straight up in the air In the air where you waving all your hands like you don’t care And I don’t care where you see me I see dead people everywhere
I put on I put on for my city
I’m a hustlas son And a chopper boy Real game, big shits, playaz circle, no toys When that Escalade rims enter in Fuck what you sayin we don’t stop, dog, we just let em spin Never play a role, I am what I am Keep it silent on the block like it was def jammed Keep the eggs scrambled, and the block scrammed Money van pull up full to the mansion
Mothafucka know we party at our club We have only VIP places And we have only the best races We have the best sportcars I have a family, it is the biggest, maaayne You haven’t seen dat before
I put on On my city Gangsta Dude you haven’t seen dat Hahhaaa