Killadell - Taliban Lyrics

Eastside Just like taliban
I put a ratchet in my brother hand
Get them M's it's going to be 100 bands
But you don't wanna start that trouble man
Keep it real this niggas relevant
I don't want another brother mailing Shit
But we can do whatever if you want me Man
Gone f*ck yo self over we celibate
See the bitches they just stare, I glance
They just wanna See whats In a nigga pants
I just might hit and flea then again
I'm too committed to these Benjamin's

I gotta get it and flip it and keep stacking my dough
The trap a slow down don't f*ck up the flow
I turn up when I slept on the porch with nowhere to go
Inner me was tellin me just go Witchu no
Every 5mins we watch, The cops spinning the block
Some nihgas is liscense, some niggas is not
AR's fresh out the box, FNs & Glocks
Niggas eat off this strip it's no way they can stop
I wish they free all my niggas
Rip to my niggas
Some niggas get money some niggas just hittas
But then niggas still eat, they get paid off spinning
Don't start no trouble on my side
You gone get sent to Einstein

Eastside Just like taliban
I put a ratchet in my brother hand
Get them M's it's going to be 100 bands
But you don't wanna start that trouble man
Keep it real this niggas relevant
I don't want another brother mailing Shit
But we can do whatever if you want me Man
Gone f*ck yo self over we celibate
See the bitches they just stare, I glance
They just wanna See whats In a nigga pants
I just might hit and flea then again
I'm too committed to these Benjamin's

Niggas fall asleep Wake Up and play wit the strap
Don't think for a second it ain't on me wherever I'm at
Shit falling offf the hip when we play them craps
If I lose one game just no I'm running it back
Niggas hitting them licks
Online buying sticks
Just no we ain't going naked if we go see a bitch
It's too hot we can't drive
We Ina Uber and Shit
Running from the cops put the strap in the sewer and shit
Niggas catching reck for the fame
If you get caught don't say no names
He got gassed up and that lead em to the box
You a live longer if you Focus On ya gwap
And that's all nigga

Eastside Just like taliban
I put a ratchet in my brother hand
Get them M's it's going to be 100 bands
But you don't wanna start that trouble man
Keep it real this niggas relevant
I don't want another brother mailing Shit
But we can do whatever if you want me Man
Gone f*ck yo self over we celibate
See the bitches they just stare, I glance
They just wanna See whats In a nigga pants
I just might hit and flea then again
I'm too committed to these Benjamin's