K’s in the building
P41’s chilling bro, yeah?
My bro called me for a freestyle
So I have to show up, I’m pattin’ that quick
I couldn’t straight up with a skrt then skit
This a four-door hatch, where the ting does drift [Skrrt
Clutch and gear when I let that rip
Officer, allow me to spot my spliff
No handcuff ting, we ain’t takin’ no trips [No trips, no trips]
This one come laying, this one come boogie
Two hands on when we make this movie
You ain’t on piss ‘cah you’re playing with toolie
Speak to my batch, yeah we no goons
Secure that bag, secure that two-piece
Window tint and we lookin’ all bookie [Uh-uh, ayy
Tie your streets with the ends or smokе
Backstrap settings for stepping on road
I can’t talk mag, got in my throat [My throat
Had to think quick, just switch up the flow
Man thеse yutes, go with the smoke
125, but the ting does blow
Hear that ring when I’m on two stroke [Ching
I’m ready for a broke, I ain’t let that go
Man smoke rockets, plug no sockets
Stick to my word ‘cah its ‘suttin like profit
Can’t talk loose on my boat, just lock it
Parallel, cop it, like it, got it
Talking on fan, my bro, that’s not it [Nah, ayy
I don’t want to see bro jumping out like mosh pit
See bro jumping out like mosh pit
Ay, ay
Here we go clip it tonight [‘Night
One man out, I might let that slide
Two times when I that ride
Three, I ain’t gon’ miss my flights
I ain’t got time, too much on my mind
It clears my mind when I ramp that bike [Bike]
Imma bring that light, bring that fire
P41 come sooner, rise that ting
Grind my buzz and put it in rizzlers
Back to the ends, then ding-dong-ditch [Wow
I ain’t talkin’ no lies when I let that sing [Mmm
See bro-bro fresh out the wing
If I see Nando’s, I ain’t talkin’ no wings [Wings]
Night track suits, you can design a bag
Step out quick, lean and switch
Two hands on, I’m letting her grip
Is it all true? Well, what you know about a kid?
One eye on, I ain’t talkin’ no squid
Phone bro, would take that risk
But no, I don’t grip that [Mmm]
What does that mean? [Huh?
Man doing up
She never seen man high knee like athlete
Come to the block, show man about ****
Why does your bro there walk like Bambi?
, you know you can’t stand me [Stand me
So I make these racks
See your boy, we gon’ make that back
Bando nights, they dropped on rides
Oh sh#t, I forgot ’bout the time
Man went to go link up a 9
Big bunda and them perfect thighs
Havin’ man for the longest time
Don’t worry, my bro
Man’s done this show
Now I’m chilling off the big man’s smoke
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