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letra de high off gun powder - fredo santana

[intro: kodak black]
ayy man, y’all know what the f-ck goin’ on, man
sniper gang sh-t, man big z’s, 26136, man
savage squad, glo ganged up
you dig, you dig?

[chorus: kodak black]
staying sober tryna drop alb-ms
but i get high off of gunpowder
all this money keep a n-gg- calmer
but it ain’t nothin’ to hit your whole block up
but i ain’t tryna go back to the bottom
about the jewelry, i’ma die about ’em
i’m glowed up, put that on my z
i’m poured up, i’m on promethazine

[verse 1: fredo santana]
i’m poured up, i’m on codeine (lean)
that b-tch want me, she gotta do my team (my team)
we ride with 30s with them green beans (green beans)
kidnap a rapper -ss, label gotta pay the fee
i’m super savage, n-gg-s know not to play with me (play with me)
kick that b-tch out, nah, she can’t lay with me (f-ck that thot)
n-gg-s switchin’ teams, what? like they carry d
but i’m really in the field like i’m a.d. (what)
touchdown, hundred pounds up in az (let’s get it)
it’s goin’ down, you out of bounds if you want beef (you know it)
shoot a n-gg- down, hundred round in my heat
i f-ck my b-tch and pop some xannys just to go to sleep (ya dig?)

[chorus: kodak black]
staying sober, tryna drop alb-ms
but i get high off of gunpowder
all this money keep a n-gg- calmer
but it ain’t nothin’ to hit your whole block up
but i ain’t tryna go back to the bottom
about the jewelry, i’ma die about ’em
i’m glowed up, put that on my z
i’m poured up, i’m on promethazine

[verse 2: chief keef]
the only stretch i’m doin’ from a nap
turn a f-ckin’ cr-p to some cr-ps
b-tch give me face, if you gon’ do it, do it sap
you say you want codeine, grab a cup and get a tap
blunt of that ‘lato, always kickin’ -ss, catch a combo
zoom past faster than a bullet out a gun hole
i ride, patrol out to get me, gotta dodge ’em like a pothole
told her that i’m on my way to crack her like a taco
my flag with no stand, how i’m mothaf-ckin’ tiltin’
livin’ in the hills, when you park, turn your wheel in
do a b-tch bad, someone take me to detention
all this f-ckin’ loud, someone take me to the incense

[outro]
sniper gang, man, gd, you know how we rockin’, man
whole lot of gang sh-t, ya dig? ya dig? ya dig?

- fredo santana

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