Archive - KANKAN, Izaya Tiji

Lights, camera, glamour

Them hollows cut up a damn rock

And my lil' niggas lookin like like Matt Ox

You can suck my dick or just shut up

Don’t make this G2 jump up

Yo ho on my ballsack, get up

I be gettin' this money, go faster

We give you some of that cancer

More money then a banker

I think my Glock a lil' racist

Fire a nigga like

Don’t fuck with no homosapien

Money keep fallin', gotta rake it

For a lil' money, she gon' shake it

For a lil' hundo she gon' suck it

Get yo racks up, lil' dummy

Booty so soft like gummy

Walk in Benihana get jumped

Beam on the keep thumping

(It's Surreal Gang lil bitch), Hop in that trackhawk it’s racing

All white diamonds like a racist

Off of that perc, got my heart racing

You ain’t got guap boy, yea just face it

You ain’t cash lil nigga then just shut up

G2 this lil Glock just wet up

Said you got racks lil' nigga then band up

Got a Moncler coat oh bet huh?

Ho I got twin XD’s up in there

Run up that guap boy, all that cheddar, yea

Chrome, designer, flexin'

They say I’m a lil' flashy, (Huh)

Run it up, nigga, better

Kan make 'em fly like lil' feather

Ha, yea, XD shoot up yo spot

I’m off that oxy, my heart might stop

Caught that boy lackin', yea at that lil' stop

Run off on me nigga, yea don’t try it

Perc got me high like a God damn pilot, (Ha)

Juuged his lil' loot yea, like a lil' pirate

We smokin', yea we gettin' fired

Nigga tried to be us, yea he tried

Tried to be a young nigga, yea he tried

Ha, ha, ha

Ha, ha

(It's Surreal Gang lil bitch)