Tatos - Tato & Sani Intro 2 (feat. Rari Gliss)

Woah
Tato and Sani yea
Tato and Sani
Tato and Sani yea yea
Just fucked on yo mommy yea
Don't fuck with these niggas like Tommy
I am not human I feel like Armani
Sipping the lean go straight to my tummy yea
You want the racks then go get them
Mix up the G-Star with the denim
Shot after shot we going send em
Hop on the mic I start punching
Put yo hand up nigga stop bumming
New season you know how we coming
Put that boy down he ain't got nothing
They looking like we up to something
Don't wanna talk baby get to the fucking
She wanna eat but she not even sucking
Catching these bodies I'm Teanna Trumping
Say you got bands but you really got nothing
Choppa knock that boy face off now his ass cant eat
Stay with the gang with the mob got 223s
Getting to the bag nigga know I don't sleep
Stay with lil Hef yea that boy got the heat
Ball on these niggas just like the heat
If it ain't bout the figures I don't wanna speak
Smoking on big gas this Shareef
Yo bitch on my line she got it on repeat
Woah
Tato and Sani yea
Tato and Sani
Tato and Sani yea yea
Just fucked on yo mommy yea
Don't fuck with these niggas like Tommy
I am not human I feel like Armani
Sipping the lean go straight to my tummy yea
You want the racks then go get them
Mix up the G-Star with the denim
Shot after shot we going send em
Hop on the mic I start punching
Put yo hand up nigga stop bumming
New season you know how we coming
You want Young Gliss then come get him
Shots at yo glizzy going flip him
F and N and I'm smoking on Indo
Bitch I'm with Tato and Sani we making these hits tho
Big gas like Citgo
Killtec have a nigga dance like disco
Pockets swole on Lizzo
But I cannot stop till I cop me a enzo
Already drove the Benz tho
Every bad bitch going do what I say so
Cause I got all the pesos
Stacking the cheddar I stack it like legos I could put you on payroll
And I'm only taking one bitch on a date hoe you already too late hoe
Gliss Gliss
Woah
Tato and Sani yea
Tato and Sani
Tato and Sani yea yea
Just fucked on yo mommy yea
Don't fuck with these niggas like Tommy
I am not human I feel like Armani
Sipping the lean go straight to my tummy yea
You want the racks then go get them
Mix up the G-Star with the denim
Shot after shot we going send em
Hop on the mic I start punching
Put yo hand up nigga stop bumming
New season you know how we coming
Nothing
Something
Be bee be bee

Written by:
Kevin Simpson, Rari Gliss, Thaddeus Quintero

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