Load it up
{?} dont fold it up
Bally on gloves i jump out of a dirty truck
I was in the bando turning up
I was sitting there hitting them burner {?}
Who the f is this yute (who?)
If you ain’t buying get the f out the room
And the bouncer didn’t like us so the mandem stepped in 2-s
Me and {?} with a lyca sitting in a smelly room
Brick on the table, brick out the food
They chat bout lies they do
My g just line and shoot
Mind that yute
{?} and vibing juice
They came back with the eyes on who?
{?} his lil brother shining too
When i rap i start with i first
You don’t want war with men, if you war with men just know you gonna die first
{?} and i count outside ’till my eyes hurt
If i see fеds in my rearview just now i slap it in sport then i divеrt
Slap it in sport then i divert
If i turn man into a pack see i dont even smoke it, it come like bushery
I was pissed when i got man down i burned my clothes i liked that hoodie
Plugged in with fumez speaking on {?}
Only fumes i’m used to is crack smoke
{?} like backroad
Hit ’em {?} car lane coming like backphone
They said global’s gonna go global
Still get a man down if i get a phone call
Police trynna tap in to my socials
So i can’t post so i really be social
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