Kankan - ##RR Anthem
[Intro: Kankan]
Hold on, nigga, yeah, I'm one of them, yeah
Nigga, I'm hot as fuck right now, yeah
I'm too, huh, I'm too, huh, uh
[Verse 1: Kankan]
Nigga, like, hold on, nigga know we got Drac's inside this bitch (Inside this bitch)
So don't move wrong, you could lose your life inside this bitch (Inside this bitch)
Yeah, I got two phones, 'cause these hoes be on my dick
Walked in with two poles, even though these niggas, they ain't on shit
We like the group home, hold on, two-tone
Ayy, Freebandz shit, bitch, I feel like Pluto (Feel like Pluto)
Hold on, double R, uh, nigga, Taliban (Taliban)
Drac' came with a scope, uh, heard it hit his mans
Hold on, twin say, "That shit fye as fuck, copped that new Drac'"
Hold on, twin say, "When you blow that bitch, make sure you hit his face"
Hold on, twin say, I had to go and throw that bitch away
Ridin' broad day, ain't no witness so it ain't no case, nigga
Hold on, twin say, caught a PJ, yeah, we out the state
I'm like, "Damn, how the fuck I catch a case right out of state?" (Right out of state, damn)
And I caught that bitch soon as I left LA (Ayy, yeah)
I ain't have no bond, was out the second day (Ha, yeah)
Ayy, and fuck the rap shit, all these niggas gay (Yeah)
Ayy, big before the rap, yeah, I been paid (Ha, paid)
Bitch, yeah, most of my niggas don't rap, they still made a way (Still made a way)
Me and Abby been locked in since the eighth grade (The eighth grade)
I say, "Free lil' Will, he locked up in that cage" (Free lil' Will)
Off this rap shit, my mama bills, they paid
Damani scored some drank, so we finna pour it up
And my fans say they prayin' for me but I don't even give a fuck
And, nigga, fuck this money, nigga, throw that shit up (Shit up)
Nigga, what you saved up, yeah, I put in my cup (In my cup)
These hoes can't get saved, nigga, they just out of luck (Out of luck)
They say, "Kan, you sound the same," I had to change it up (Ha, change it up)
[Verse 2: Summrs]
Told Kan, "Put the gloves on, nigga, we goin' in, don't drop that rod" (Yeah)
My nigga Dood tweaked out on X pills 'cause he might have to send that boy (Bah)
And don't you send them lil' flunked out niggas our way 'less you want his ass go meet God (Yeah)
We in that fast bitch, in the fast lane (Uh), that bitch knew it was us soon as she saw it (Ha)
My nigga sendin' that drank through the eScript, knowin' that bitch gon' land tomorrow (Blah)
My niggas keep that self defense on even when you poppin' out at the mall
In a Ferrari Spider on the I-10, that bitch tryna crawl a fuckin' wall (Skrrt, woah, what?)
Ain't none of my niggas hoes, we stand on all ten like we tall (Yeah)
She tryna kick shit with the big dogs, put her ass on molly, she got lock jaw (Yeah)
Nigga seen his bitch likin' my pics on IG, askin' if I hit, I'm like, "Nah" (Nah)
Just linked wit' my nigga Damani, he showed me a hundred, told him, "Bitch, we ball" (Ball)
All my ex bitch tell me I'm goin' Hollywood 'cause I be fowarding all my calls (Yeah)
I'm sippin' Quavo, Quavo, Quavo, clutchin' that Drac', gon' knock yo' ass off (Gltt)
My nigga Wick clutch sticks like it's Taliban, just walked in wit' a whole sawed-off (Uh-huh)
Bitch keep tryna tell me she love me, lil' bitch, you stupid, just take yo' clothes off (Woah)
Hold on, nigga, yeah, I'm one of them, yeah
Nigga, I'm hot as fuck right now, yeah
I'm too, huh, I'm too, huh, uh
[Verse 1: Kankan]
Nigga, like, hold on, nigga know we got Drac's inside this bitch (Inside this bitch)
So don't move wrong, you could lose your life inside this bitch (Inside this bitch)
Yeah, I got two phones, 'cause these hoes be on my dick
Walked in with two poles, even though these niggas, they ain't on shit
We like the group home, hold on, two-tone
Ayy, Freebandz shit, bitch, I feel like Pluto (Feel like Pluto)
Hold on, double R, uh, nigga, Taliban (Taliban)
Drac' came with a scope, uh, heard it hit his mans
Hold on, twin say, "That shit fye as fuck, copped that new Drac'"
Hold on, twin say, "When you blow that bitch, make sure you hit his face"
Hold on, twin say, I had to go and throw that bitch away
Ridin' broad day, ain't no witness so it ain't no case, nigga
Hold on, twin say, caught a PJ, yeah, we out the state
I'm like, "Damn, how the fuck I catch a case right out of state?" (Right out of state, damn)
And I caught that bitch soon as I left LA (Ayy, yeah)
I ain't have no bond, was out the second day (Ha, yeah)
Ayy, and fuck the rap shit, all these niggas gay (Yeah)
Ayy, big before the rap, yeah, I been paid (Ha, paid)
Bitch, yeah, most of my niggas don't rap, they still made a way (Still made a way)
Me and Abby been locked in since the eighth grade (The eighth grade)
I say, "Free lil' Will, he locked up in that cage" (Free lil' Will)
Off this rap shit, my mama bills, they paid
Damani scored some drank, so we finna pour it up
And my fans say they prayin' for me but I don't even give a fuck
And, nigga, fuck this money, nigga, throw that shit up (Shit up)
Nigga, what you saved up, yeah, I put in my cup (In my cup)
These hoes can't get saved, nigga, they just out of luck (Out of luck)
They say, "Kan, you sound the same," I had to change it up (Ha, change it up)
[Verse 2: Summrs]
Told Kan, "Put the gloves on, nigga, we goin' in, don't drop that rod" (Yeah)
My nigga Dood tweaked out on X pills 'cause he might have to send that boy (Bah)
And don't you send them lil' flunked out niggas our way 'less you want his ass go meet God (Yeah)
We in that fast bitch, in the fast lane (Uh), that bitch knew it was us soon as she saw it (Ha)
My nigga sendin' that drank through the eScript, knowin' that bitch gon' land tomorrow (Blah)
My niggas keep that self defense on even when you poppin' out at the mall
In a Ferrari Spider on the I-10, that bitch tryna crawl a fuckin' wall (Skrrt, woah, what?)
Ain't none of my niggas hoes, we stand on all ten like we tall (Yeah)
She tryna kick shit with the big dogs, put her ass on molly, she got lock jaw (Yeah)
Nigga seen his bitch likin' my pics on IG, askin' if I hit, I'm like, "Nah" (Nah)
Just linked wit' my nigga Damani, he showed me a hundred, told him, "Bitch, we ball" (Ball)
All my ex bitch tell me I'm goin' Hollywood 'cause I be fowarding all my calls (Yeah)
I'm sippin' Quavo, Quavo, Quavo, clutchin' that Drac', gon' knock yo' ass off (Gltt)
My nigga Wick clutch sticks like it's Taliban, just walked in wit' a whole sawed-off (Uh-huh)
Bitch keep tryna tell me she love me, lil' bitch, you stupid, just take yo' clothes off (Woah)
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