Calypso

Lyrics

[Intro: BabySolid] Gang, yeah, yeah Gang, gang, gang, gang Yeah, Solid gang [Verse 1: BabySolid] Yeah, Glock 40s, dracos, and cartels And fuck yo' clique and fuck yo' 'partments Big ahh Glocks and big ahh choppers 30 sticks, they callin doctors In the trap, I'm with them robbers Bullets hot, they feel like lava .45 sound like helicopters And through my gang, pop out tomorrow, gang Feel no sorrow, ooh We gon' wack his momma too We gon' wack his brothers too Glock 40s, don't tote deuce deuce And fuck the opps, they make the news Sumo with me, countin' blues Pop out the cut, like peekaboo [?] like Pikachu, gang [Verse 2: Go.unna] Huh, where he go? don't have a clue? Huh, dumpin' out the roof Try lil Kilo, hе gon' shoot Dont talk, before you lose it Bеat them opps, we got 'em bruisin' Thots-on-thots we got 'em choosin' Hunnid' shots, we got 'em oozin' Uzi to his koofy Duckin' shots, they looking goofy They want smoke? We got it too I be servin out OG's, but I got exotic too We beat the shit up out of you My choppa dancin', bust a move [?] No deja vu Huh? Missin who? Huh? Missin who? AR's got extensions too Heard yo boy was dissin' too This shit can get physical [Verse 2: BabySolid] And you can't do no lackin, cause we lookin' for ya I'll have foenem push up on ya Got them packs, and place yo order Out the mud, I'm in the soil Up that sick, if we dont know you Gettin' money, I can show you Fucking bitches, they ain't loyal [?] We 50 deep, like royal rumble Wit' 50 sticks, can't run up on us They tryna get the ups up on us Some shots, these niggas run up on ya .30 clip, this bih long like andaconda Line them racks up, like a barber I'm in the field, like LA Chargers You want some smoke, these glizzy's spark ya Keep the scale up in the gun compartment That hoe gon fuck you, then she goin through yo wallet That hoe gon fuck you, then she goin through yo wallet