SCARED BABY

Cisko - Surf 30

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Lyrics:

Gang, gang
Yeah, my nigga Taz (My nigga Taz)
Play with us we gone leave you in the past (In the past)
Yeah sitting back in my chair and count my racks nigga (Count my racks nigga)

Yeah sitting up at that top you know we top notch (We on top)
Yeah with my niggas in the field we playing hop scotch (Yeah)
Yeah the whole team been getting guap while we dodge cops (Yeah, what the fuck)
Ice in my wrist, neck froze like we punch clocks (Brr)
Yeah caught you lacking we don’t talk we just punch opps
Yeah we eating good everyday like out that lunch box (Damn)
Glock to his head, hit him down now his heart stop (Stop)
Finna curb a nigga, swerve back and pull up in my park spot (Park spot)
Yeah you know your hoe for the streets and she got mileage (She a bop)
Yeah we really out here trapping in the streets and they gone top file it 
My nigga hit your head straight dog nigga Rottweiling 
Yeah that nigga tryna compete with the gang we gone top notch it (Damn)

Yeah fighting them demons cause' they messing with my head nigga (With my head)
Yeah tote glocks pull up in your hood we leave you dead in it (Leave you dead)
Yeah, ain’t no talk we just up, let it spread nigga (Boah, boah, boah)
Yeah, got all this pain I been sipping on this med nigga (On this med)
Yeah, we don’t play, we get active till he dead nigga (What the fuck)
Yeah, I got a chop, leave a opp where he bled nigga
Yeah, I’m chasing guap I ain’t worried ab what he said nigga (Hell naw)
Write that nigga off like a book with my lead nigga (In my book)
Know I’m the king of the streets and they can’t check me (They can't check)
Yeah, we hit your top take your chain and your neck piece (Hit your top)
Yeah, bust shots at your gang, hit your bestie (Yeah hit your boy)
Yeah, all these hoes at my show rocking out we at Coachella (Damn, what the fuck)
Yeah too much guap up in my pockets need a duffle (Yeah, I got too much guap)
That nigga barking like a dog, finna give that boy a muzzle (Give that boy a muzzle)
Going 160 on the road, yeah I need to buckle (Swerve in that coup)
Yeah we caught you by surprise now we coming out that tunnel (On gang)

Yeah sitting up at that top you know we top notch (We on top)
Yeah with my niggas in the field we playing hop scotch (Yeah)
Yeah the whole team been getting guap while we dodge cops (Yeah what the fuck)
Ice in my wrist, neck froze like we punch clocks (Brr)
Yeah caught you lacking we don’t talk we just punch opps
Yeah we eating good everyday like out that lunch box (Damn)
Glock to his head hit him down now his heart stop (Stop)
Finna curb a nigga, swerve back and pull up in my park spot (Park spot)
Yeah you know your hoe for the streets and she got mileage (She a bop)
Yeah we really out here trapping in the streets and they gone top file it 
My nigga hit your head straight dog, nigga Rottweiling 
Yeah that nigga tryna compete with the gang we gone top notch it (Damn)

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A alta velocidad poniendo to' los temas
Que estan guardao'
Como en  la caleta que la tengo por si salen problemas con aweonao
Tu sabe estamos facturando desde el mes pasao

Tamo pegao en el dinero 
Tamo pegao en la music
Toa las minas se pegan
Por que estamos en la movie

en la m4 tintiá
Ahí fue que yo la subí
La pasé a buscar
Cuando salió de la uni

I got racks on racks
Montaña de marihuana
Si se arma el problemon 
Camuflao camaleón
get on top, quieren to' estas puta
Me dice que soy frío
En el cuello tengo to' lleno de snow

Coro:

Se me pegan por el brillo del cinturón 
Ultra high con lost twins
 siempre andamo modo avion
Con  los glasses puesto 
por que tengo cara de sueño
Nunca sleep, nunca low
Un bandio' joseador

Se me pegan por el brillo del cinturón
ultra high con los twenty
siempre andamo' modo avión
Con las gafas pradas siempre  puestas 
 ando volao
No me atrapo en relaciones , una nueva en cada show

KND

8 indica que las shorty se nos pegan porque vamos al millón 

To’os cansao de los 0 andamo modo joseador

Con la bendi de mamá yo me siento to un campeón
 

Siii ese culo me dejo flotaoo - dale shorty que ya lo tengo enrolao 

Pero no te me ilusione que no quedo enamorao 

Ese money que te lanzo es pa que salten los cachetes con mi bicho encapsuleao 



Coro:

Se me pegan por el brillo el cinturón, ya tu sabes con lo twenty 

Siempre andamo en modo avión - con la zazza ready porque tengo cara de ko 

Nunca sueño - siempre off,  un bandido - un joseador(x2)







GET ON TOP

one day I will be somebody.

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