ain goin to heaven - kankan lyrics
[intro]: kankan
ay, ay
n*ggas talkin’ bout
n*gga talkin’ bout he got…
[verse 1]: kankan
ayy, and i’m on drank n*gga, so i’m finna fly out to la (fly out to la)
yeah, new scripts in n*gga, so f*ck it, might fly to the a (fly to the a)
ayy, that n*gga cuffin’ that hoe, i’m just f*cking her face (f*cking her face, yeah)
n*gga, yeah this a new drac and an ak (and a ak)
n*gga, my coat full of them meds, might be act (might be act, yeah)
n*gga shoot this way, n*gga know we shooting back (shootin’ back, yeah)
he ain’t even be what he say, n*gga yeah they took his paths
and i’m off roxy n*gga, ridin’ round with that cash (with that cash, ay)
told that li’ hoe block me, li’ hoe makin’ me mad (stupid b*tch!)
she even get my number, f*cked her off the gram (stupid ass hoe)
my n*gga hе on oxy’s, he ain’t even pop no xan’s (pop no xan)
i was in thе h, n*gga shot this way but i ain’t ran (h*ll na, n*gga)
we was finna hit his house up, but the kids they saved him (lame ass, n*gga)
45. hollows in him, doctors they can’t save him (yeah)
45. glock it got no safety, he won’t make it (that n*gga dead)
i’ve been new the n*ggas were hoes, since i turned 8 (since i turned 8)
b*tch i had to get out of that mode, when i turned 18 (when i turned 18)
ayy, can’t let no rap n*gga, said they made me (ha, nah, h*ll no huh)
all of these n*ggas they clones, h*ll yeah, yeah we made em’ (yeah we made em’)
brand new drac’ hit him up on his back, now he disabled (ha, yeah!)
[pre*chorus]: kankan
white plug his name mason, i’m rockin’ margiela (rockin’ margiela)
ay, me and sept walked in the bank, we friends with the tellers (friends with the teller b*tch)
my n*ggas they doin’ fraud, what they doin’ ain’t no tellin’ (ain’t no tellin’)
if we get jammed up, n*gga h*ll nah, ain’t no tellin (yeah, no tellin’)
[chorus]: kankan
n*gga, ridin’ with drac’s yeah, ridin’ with felons (ride with some felons)
this li’ hoe too basic, this hoe think she special (stupid b*tch!)
she knows she can get replaced, i ain’t even gotta tell her (on god)
we got the schedule, two drugs, his chain goin’ to heaven (ha!)
[outro]:
n*gga, yeah w*we got the schedule
we got the schedule, two drugs, n*gga ain’t goin’ to heaven
fn hit his, ugh, we ain’t goin’ to heaven
fn hit his sh*, he ain’t goin’ to heaven
aye, yeah, uh*huh, straight up t*, uh*huh, uh*huh
aye, 45. huh, 45. n*gga, hollow tip
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