High Off Gun Powder - Fredo Santana, Chief Keef, Kodak Black

Ayy man, y’all know what the fuck goin' on, man

Sniper gang shit, man big Z’s, 26 136, man

Savage squad, Glo Ganged up

You dig, you dig?

Staying sober tryna drop albums

But I get high off of gunpowder

All this money keep a nigga calmer

But it ain’t nothin' to hit your whole block up

But I ain’t tryna go back to the bottom

About the jewelry, I’ma die about 'em

I’m glowed up, put that on my Z

I’m poured up, I’m on promethazine

I’m poured up, I’m on codeine (lean)

That bitch want me, she gotta do my team (my team)

We ride with 30s with them green beams (green beams)

Kidnap a rapper ass, label gotta pay the fee

I’m super savage, niggas know not to play with me (play with me)

Kick that bitch out, nah, she can’t lay with me (fuck that thot)

Niggas switchin' teams, what?

Like they K. D

But I’m really in the field like I’m A.B.

(what)

Touchdown, hundred pounds up in AZ (let's get it)

It’s goin' down, you out of bounds if you want beef (you know it)

Shoot a nigga down, hundred round in my heat (grrrra)

I fuck my bitch and pop some Xannys just to go to sleep (ya dig?)

Staying sober, tryna drop albums

But I get high off of gunpowder

All this money keep a nigga calmer

But it ain’t nothin' to hit your whole block up

But I ain’t tryna go back to the bottom

About the jewelry, I’ma die about 'em

I’m glowed up, put that on my Z

I’m poured up, I’m on promethazine

The only stretch I’m doin' from a nap

Turn a fuckin' crap to some craps

Bitch give me face, if you gon' do it, do it 'SAP

You say you want codeine, grab a cup and get a tap

Blunt of that 'lato, always kickin' ass, catch a combo

Zoom past faster than a bullet out a gun hole

I ride, patrol out to get me, gotta dodge 'em like a pothole

Told her that I’m on my way to crack her like a taco

My flag with no stand, how I’m mothafuckin' tiltin'

Livin' in the Hills, when you park, turn your wheel in

Do a bitch bad, someone take me to detention

All this fuckin' loud, someone take me to the incense

Staying sober, tryna drop albums

But I get high off of gunpowder

All this money keep a nigga calmer

But it ain’t nothin' to hit your whole block up

But I ain’t tryna go back to the bottom

About the jewelry, I’ma die about 'em

I’m glowed up, put that on my Z

I’m poured up, I’m on promethazine

Sniper Gang, man, GD, you know how we rockin', man

Whole lot of gang shit, ya dig?

Ya dig?

Ya dig?