3400 Goth (Fauni x Kane) lyrics

[Hook Kane Grocerys]
Jugg and tote the strap
Get the snack caps
Fauni in the cut and he smokin' gas
Gassin' on yo ass
Skrtt off with the pack
Fendi with the Tec's
b*tch call me dad

[Verse 1 Kane Grocerys]
Runnin' up the check
Broke n*ggas mad
Get paper fast
All you n*ggas last
Lil seven in the cut
He'll let it bust
Pourin' mud up
Man I love to smash
Diamonds on my neck, icy bubble bath
f*ck her from the back, scratchin' on my back
Smokin' gas attack, poppin' xannies back
Jugg and tote the strap
Get the snack caps

[Verse 2 Thouxanbanfauni]
Jugg and tote the strap
Get to snatchin' caps
I just need them bands now, I can't sell you that
Aye, finesse him out of what he got and get it back, and re-up off of that, aye re-up off of that
Jugg and tote the strap, came up off of that
n*ggas always at my back gotta' watch my back
So I keep a pistol cap tooley in my lap
Keep one in my lap and she in my ear
The devil in my ear don't need either one there
I just need some new hoes like some cheerleader
Y-3 my waist, that hoe give me face
It ain't no debate, I got perfect taste
[Verse 3 Kane Grocerys and Thouxanbanfauni ]
We ain't doin' dates
I ain't bumpin' Drake
b*tch I'm eatin' steak
All my n*ggas great
Lobster on my plate
b*tches in my face
Keep a .38
Diamonds out the lake
All you n*ggas funny man, yall make me laugh
I'm juggin' snack caps
b*tch I'm so f*ckin' advanced
b*tch I'm the man
Rollie look like xans
Peanut butter jam in the trap look like [?]
And you can't understand, or you can't comprehend
These n*ggas so under me they don't even understand
A Atlantastan where we sold them xans and they came with bands
So we spend them bands

[Hook Kane Grocerys]
Jugg and tote the strap
Get the snack caps
Fauni in the cut and he smokin' gas
Gassin' on yo ass
Skrtt off with the pack
Fendi with the Tec's
b*tch call me dad
[Outro Kand Grocerys]
b*tch call me dad
Jugg and tote the strap
Get the snack caps
Fauni in the cut and he smokin' gas