Santos Santana Crystal Clear
[Verse 1]
Crystal clear MDMA
Going through my nose and it shows
Bitch I really wanna stay for the day
But the trap calling me on my phone
Never stop moving work
You should know, br-breath going low
I get nervous on my own
Got the strap on the right
And the rocks on the stove
Selling packs everynight
And them pills for the low, ayy'
Got fake IDs
Push start no keys
Hands up, no "please"
Tec-9 they freeze
Wa-Watch and learn
Left lane I swerve
Go fast don't stop
Got packs on me, ayy'
Kel-Tec P32
For your head and yo' friends too
2 shots from the front don't lack
2-2-2-2 keys in the back got packs
{Vеrse 2}
(Bitch, you a bitch I can tell from a mile away)
(Bitch, you a bitch I can tеll from a mile away)
Bitch, you a bitch I can tell from a mile away
Diamonds my neck and my wrist
You can contemplate, concentrate
.422 we gon' dominate
Dominate when I pull up with the carbon weight whip
Nissan one tripple 99
99 shots in your spine
Nissan one tripple 99
99 shots in your spine