BonTana Honcho - SHOEBOX

Run up that bag got them racks in a shoebox
So real life I'm thuggin' but I am not Tupac
My Cuban from Florida it came in a 'lil box
You had a spot but you know it's a 'lil spot
I'm smoking on opps but this here is a 'lil opp
I call up TG that's my woe, yea that's Luwop
He pass me the strap and I shoot like I'm Luol
Deng, I need to go cop a new chain
Just to add on my neck 'cuz it come with a name
I whipping this charger but she ain't pain
So I press on the gas a 'lil more for the gain
I go by the code so I can't say no names
What they selling 'lil nigga you know it's illegal
Smoking on opp-pane this shit here is diesel
Strapped with a smitty no this ain't no eagle
Honcho the Gang dawg you know we ain't Beatles
I'm with the Gang so you know I don't need you
They don't want me at the top ima step on 'em
Taking ya top off now I got a head on 'em
Reach for my chain dawg you know that shit dead homie, Ye Ye
Ask how it feel to be snake ask your dead homie, Ye Ye
I pop my shit 'cuz these niggas ain't Gangsta
Approach on the block dawg we strapped with them bangers
I'm from the hood where we twisting up fingers
If you wanna toss up you know we gone slang 'em
But I'm popping shit 'cuz these niggas ain't Gangsta
They want the old Honcho back I said fuck that
'Cuz I use to hit a rim shot for the touch back
I'm sliding this charger like it was a hellcat

Smoking exotic yea I'm where the smell at
Straps in the cut where we can't get no mail at
I'm rapping this essay but I don't need no spell check
I watched what you said now we on that, Aye Aye
Ye, you know you ain't good over there don't go where you can't sell at, Aye Aye
Ye, we strapped with them toolies no screwing this where you get nailed at, Aye
Driving this charging like I'm on the run
I sit back and think RIP to my son
You know ima Gangsta it come with some guns
You play then you lay, then you done

My hittas on go so ain't shit here for fun
Had to get in my bag I was down for some months
When smoking this Buddha you got to have lunch
We smoking them boys now they Runts

Just lit an opp now you know we all lifted
I speak on the track 'cuz a young nigga gifted
I know they don't like me, but I know they listen
Got 32 bullets like I was Piston
No crop needed here it's all gang it's this picture
Got bands in the box but I'm not Roddy Rich
Ima buy a new strap ima give to my bitch
She gone hold that shit down 'cuz she know ain't no switching

Run up that bag got them racks in a shoebox
So real life I'm thuggin' but I am not Tupac
My Cuban from Florida it came in a 'lil box
You had a spot but you know it's a 'lil spot
I'm smoking on opps but this here is a 'lil opp
I call up TG that's my woe, yea that's Luwop
He pass me the strap and I shoot like I'm Luol
Deng, I need to go cop a new chain
Just to add on my neck 'cuz it come with a name
I whipping this charger but she ain't pain
So I press on the gas a 'lil more for the gain
I go by the code so I can't say no names
What they selling 'lil nigga you know it's illegal
Smoking on opp-pane this shit here is diesel
Strapped with a smitty no this ain't no eagle
Honcho the Gang dawg you know we ain't Beatles
I'm with the Gang so you know I don't need you
They don't want me at the top ima step on 'em
Taking ya top off now I got a head on 'em
Reach for my chain dawg you know that shit dead homie, Ye Ye
Ask how it feel to be snake ask your dead homie, Ye Ye
I pop my shit 'cuz these niggas ain't Gangsta
Approach on the block dawg we strapped with them bangers
I'm from the hood where we twisting up fingers
If you wanna toss up you know we gone slang 'em
But I'm popping shit 'cuz these niggas ain't Gangsta
They want the old Honcho back I said fuck that
'Cuz I use to hit a rim shot for the touch back
I'm sliding this charger like it was a hellcat

Run up that bag got them racks in a shoebox
So real life I'm thuggin' but I am not Tupac
My Cuban from Florida it came in a 'lil box
You had a spot but you know it's a 'lil spot
I'm smoking on opps but this here is a 'lil opp
I call up TG that's my woe, yea that's Luwop (yea yea)
He pass me the strap and I shoot like I'm Luol (yea)
Deng, I need to go cop a new chain (cop a new chain)
Just to add on my neck 'cuz it come with a name (came with a name)
I whipping this charger but she ain't pain (but she ain't in pain)
So I press on the gas a 'lil more for the gain (for the love of the game)
I go by the code so I can't say no names (can't say no names, nah)

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BonTana Honcho

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