I swear that’s –
Ay mizzy turn me up
Su-suwooo
Gang, gang, gang, gang you know who it is already
Big rassclart t.scam, fresh home you know the f#cking vibe
Free the hitters, shout the killers man
Some agb, fsg, nrb sh#t
Su-suwooo
Running it up, ain’t got time for ho’s (ho’s)
Zk’s, hand tings, rusty poles
How you scream r.i.p when you left your bro? (how?)
I was looking at fifteen years but i {?} like dynamo
I’ll jump out bait with my peers, swing, ching and ruin your clothes
Running it up, ain’t got time for ho’s
Zk’s, hand tings, rusty poles
How you scream r.i.p when you left your bro?
I was looking at fifteen years but i {?} like dynamo
I’ll jump out bait with my peers, swing, ching and ruin your clothes
My east ting wan’ do it like burner and steff (rude one)
But i’m in the t and bro’s being a chef (ah)
Boxes get shot like reckz
Pebs fly like ***, tryna send out a text
S, s and s that’s chests and necks
Don’t care if your wham try rip through pecks
If you’re from the five then you know the vibe, get caught on a glide, might end up dead (bow)
I’ma lean out the ride on a gang ting with this hand ting and let sweeties fly out the star
I’m with my bro’s in the stolen car, someone show me where the opp boys are (where they at?)
Corn move quick so you better run far
Buck a opp in jail that’s a {?}
Sit on the fence keep thinking we’re calm ’til you see a fire arm at the end of my arm (true)
I don’t know for these brand new goons, (goons) they jump on tunes then jump in zoots (zoots)
Then their mumzy jump on the news and told the whole world they was a good yute (dickhead)
Golden, brown with the tightest cooch, she gon’ suck my dick in this coupe (sweet one)
She said she wan’ yuck me all the way home now {?} choosing the long route (badders)
If you see my boys in the hood better run off quick or you’ll end up like **** (ricky)
Rams in out now my blades all sticky clean and dash it and my grub like vicky (true)
Hands in the air i ain’t doing a wave, hand tings or the gauge i ain’t really picky
You gon’ take shots if broski turn up now you’re on the floor feeling more than tipsy
You don’t wanna buck broadday assassin, he’ll put a bell firm in your head like a durag
Throw up a * or a * now he’s sitting in heaven thinking “why did i do that?”
I heard my man wanted to rap, now he can spit bars with biggie and 2pac (ha)
I’ma jump out the ride like “who’s that?” back my wap try send him to the gulag (dead boy)
I came out of jail then went back in, my shank went in and it came back out
I just sent my brownie, roll quickly this wap in her house and my kids in her mouth
She’s arching her back on the sofa, i pull out and buss all over the couch
Them man there jus’ do it for the clout and i highly doubt that they will ride out
I got no remorse for these opps, bro died i was riding out non-stop
Since then bare man got got, three man got dropped see their face on a t-shirt top (lol)
I been touring this block for hours, this bike keeps clicking i’m feeling hot
But i can’t take this bally off my face or once again that’s scam in the dock (god damn)
He got cheffed and sent to the doc but the doc couldn’t save him, his heart really stopped (true)
You don’t wanna see ba taking shots, if you’re in his lens then you’re gonna get topped
Try ride and the script got flipped, he got chinged and chopped man i guess that flopped (jokeman)
This wap is holding down my pops, the rambos unclipped and the handy’s copped
Running it up, ain’t got time for ho’s (ho’s)
Zk’s, hand tings, rusty poles
How you scream r.i.p when you left your bro? (how?)
I was looking at fifteen years but i {?} like dynamo
I’ll jump out bait with my peers, swing, ching and ruin your clothes
Running it up, ain’t got time for ho’s
Zk’s, hand tings, rusty poles
How you scream r.i.p when you left your bro?
I was looking at fifteen years but i {?} like dynamo
I’ll jump out bait with my peers, swing, ching and ruin your clothes
Running it up, ain’t got time for ho’s
Zk’s, hand tings, rusty poles
How you scream r.i.p when you left your bro?
I was looking at fifteen years but i {?} like dynamo
I’ll jump out bait with my peers, swing, ching and ruin your clothes
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