Havana

作词 : Papa Njie

作曲 : Papa Njie

Bazo not playin', yeah, I know, I know

My new bitch flew from Atlanta to **** on a scammer

She knew we was gon' do her the worst

But all of my bitches got manners

They light they lil' candles when they feelin' down in the dirt

Monkey clip filled with bananas, with choppers and hammers

We gettin' our case from the Turks

Shawty so bad, got my hand in her skirt

Play with that pussy, I'm makin' her squirt

Cash made, man, these niggas is twerps

Bustin' my fye in the air like I'm Vert

I knew I was chosen, I knew it from birth

These niggas can't beat me, I know that it hurt (Baow, baow)

My new bitch flew from Atlanta to **** on a scammer

She knew we was gon' do her the worst

But all of my bitches got manners

They light they lil' candles when they feelin' down in the dirt

Monkey clip filled with bananas, with choppers and hammers

We gettin' our case from the Turks

But ain't no bitch Pz' can't handle

I move like a phantom, that check always hit on the first

Bitch bad, got my hand in her skirt

Rich dad, shawty never gon' work

I be poppin' my shit, bae, I know I'ma flirt (Baow)

Two hand in that pussy, I'm makin' it burst (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

My new bitch flew from Atlanta to **** on a scammer

She knew we was gon' do her the worst

But all of my bitches got manners

They light they lil' candles when they feelin' down in the dirt

Monkey clip filled with bananas, with choppers and hammers

We gettin' our case from the Turks

I've been strivin' for that bag 'cause I know I deserve it

Workin' to stop my lil' brother from servin'

285, I hate the immersion

How she bounce on that dick, she a virgin

I was just in the A, now I'm flyin' to Berlin

Rub my hands like muh' ****in' Birdman

They ain't know me, but now that you know me

I've been rappin', just ask all my homies

Bustin' my fye like my last name is Tony

Blacked out swaggin' Iike Destroy Lonely

These niggas pussy, jabroni

Only passin' the blunt to my homie

My bitch so bad, I might buy her a pony

Remkits on me, your fabrics is phony

These niggas pussy, man, they prey on the weak

I'm ballin' on niggas, gotta take my shot Like Fred VanVleet (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

Remember them days at 2nd Street

We was just young niggas tryin' to get a check

Man, shout out to Cleans and Rick

They had my back, it was never no sweat

I wouldn't be on this beat, I confess

And that's why I'm screamin', "**** the rest"

I'm screamin', "**** the opps"

If we walk ya down, you might need a mop

****ed his bitch, now I got his drop