CULLINAN GANG

Lyrics

[Intro] (Hello, you've reached Error 404) [Chorus: NASAAN] My bitch tryna teach me 'bout a vacation (Okay) Saan don't, I mean I don't believe in relaxation (Okay) I'm in the Cullinan gang (Gang) Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds on hundreds I'm in the Cullinan gang (Gang) Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds on hundreds [Verse 1: NASAAN] Switch the topic, bae, why don't you top me? I got good at this shit, now I'm cocky I'm on tour, groupies all in the lobby I say, "Cullinan" (Error 404) I say, "Cullinan," that mean a posse I want more than that boy from Degrassi I was him when they nicknamed me Papi Do you copy? Hi, wow, lucky to meet me Wow, I was broke all on Peachtree Bang, bang, bumpin' this Chief Keef Bang, bang, fuck her on repeat Hi again, lucky to meet me Mr. Hundred Bands, don't watch your TV Cancún? You gotta teach me Honeymoon? You gotta teach me (Okay) [Chorus: NASAAN & Icewear Vezzo] My bitch tryna teach me 'bout a vacation (Okay) Saan don't, I mean I don't believe in relaxation (Okay) I'm in the Cullinan gang (Gang) Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds on hundreds I'm in the Cullinan gang (Gang) Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds on hundreds My bitch tryna teach me 'bout a vacation (Okay) Saan don't, I mean I don't believe in relaxation (Okay) I'm in the Cullinan gang (Gang) Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds on hundreds I'm in the Cullinan gang (Gang) Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds on— (Drank God) [Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo] Hundreds and fifties and twenties Told a fuck nigga ain't shit but some money Still in the trenches, got rich as I wanted Run with them hitters, get clipped for an onion Fuck is you sayin'? They know how we comin' Two hundred bands on Rollies in London (Drank God) Yeah, pour up some red I hit lil' bro with some beans, might pay if you throw in that head Get low in the van Countin' that check, we run this shit up like we goin' up stairs (We goin' up stairs) Empty the click, switchy on stick We double around and reload it again (Ooh) Niggas ain't have no motion Rat on your homies, you bogus, he told on the Fifth (He told) Rich-ass nigga, I still get busy Don't fuck with no rappers, we rollin' they mans [Chorus: NASAAN] My bitch tryna teach me 'bout a vacation (Okay) Saan don't, I mean I don't believe in relaxation (Okay) I'm in the Cullinan gang (Gang) Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds on hundreds I'm in the Cullinan gang (Gang) Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds on hundreds My bitch tryna teach me 'bout a vacation (Okay) Saan don't, I mean I don't believe in relaxation (Okay) I'm in the Cullinan gang (Gang) Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds on hundreds I'm in the Cullinan gang (Gang) Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds