Saigon

Saigon - Stocking Cap lyrics

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[Saigon]

You bad?

Keep kicking that soldier shit and I'll unload a clip

Put a fucking hole in your DU-RAG

You don't wanna fight me, hype me, motherfucker and got touched

Motherfucker that's too bad

You wanted to play thug, took the trey-8 slug

And now you using a doo-doo bag

Family first and that's til the day I'm under the earth, bitch look



[Verse]

Yo, I be guzzling some henny and listening to Many Men

Smoking some bud that got me red like an Indian

When 50 say Many Men, wish death 'pond him

Feel him cause I know some kids that wish they did me in

But they couldn't get me though

And now they see me, and Al creep slow

For a G in the video

And niggaz hating our guts, cause they know

In the face where they girls probably taken our nuts

My name Saigon nigga, I get any chick that I got my eye on nigga

Stronger than corn liquor

Nah I'm not a battle rapper

You talk shit and I'm a run this razor across your adams apple

I stand 5'7 and a quarter, but boy when I reach for that thing

I'm taller than Yao Ming

Peddi P's mac goes "Bling" my mac goes "BLAT"

I hit you in your hat take that



[Chorus x2]

This gun - And you can get popped with that

So bitch run - When I cock it back

Cause you know if I cock the gat, I'm a put a few holes in your stocking cap



[verse]

Spit liver, not the kid you want to bother

Your mom's child destiny, well I'll be her survivor

I was a robber, before I heard of Big Poppa

The dirty nigga in school with tools in his locker

Can't forget the Vodka, dime bag of shocker

Couple of sharp things that'll send you to see the doctor

Who am I - S to the A to the I and

When they say I bust that iron, they ain't lyin

Niggaz who know me, know

Go ask them, say "Sai his gun blow" they say "Oh, for sure"

I can tell you mad shit that I did

And some shit that I got away with

But my lawyers advice me not to say shit

To keep shit basic, niggaz play sick we can all get ill

I'm jacking my man Jason

If I'm a thug or not I ain't got to rhyme bout

C'mon come fuuck with a nigga and find out



[Chrous x2]

This gun - And you can get popped with that

So bitch run - When I cock it back

Cause you know if I cock the gat, I'm a put a few holes in your stocking cap



You bad

Keep kicking that soldier shit and I'll unload a clip

Put a fucking hole in your DU-RAG

You don't wanna fight me, hype me, motherfucker and got touched

Motherfucker that's too bad

You wanted to play thug, and took the trey-8 slug

And now you using a doo-doo bag

Family first and that's til the day I'm under the earth, bitch look
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Language: English

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