Man can’t sleep on the vio, give me the drop,
I'll have that covered
YouTube gangsters, real life f****ts,
They get mopped and brushered
Free all the gang soon land,
Little setback in the can, it's nutin
***** stop moving salty,
Come Tic Toc for the gang, no stunting
Bruck it, set it
See a opp anywhere man set it
Right now, tryna get this bread in
There’s no way that this beef is deading
Lying on gang in music
This tings doing more than bruising
Pull up at yards when everyone's snoozing
Step on your block and lose it
There ain't no picking or choosing,
**** with the opps, see me you're pissed
In the back of the whip with tints
Jump out gang, get swiped get chinged
I heard he's a friend of a opp,
Get caught by the gang then it is what it is
I ain't gotta chat too loose,
**** all the verbal slip, that's it
I can talk about numerous drillings,
I ain't gotta chat too loose
We're cut from a different cloth,
We do things that them boy won't do
And man talk facts on tracks,
No porkie pies, no lies pon' tunes
If you ain't gang, don't trust me,
Friend of a opp you can hold that too
I can talk about numerous drillings,
I ain't gotta chat too loose
We're cut from a different cloth,
We do things that them boy won't do
And man talk facts on tracks,
No porkie pies, no lies pon' tunes
If you ain't gang, don't trust me,
Friend of a opp you can hold that too
Stuck in the kitchen
Straight to the whipping
Pyrex full to the tip-top
Jakes wanna talk about drillings,
I act confused like 'which block?’
I was riding 23 bang up,
Couldn't keep my eyes on the tick-tock
And I dunno nutin bout sandals,
I can't watch this flip flop
I'm looking at my man's song,
Like what's going on, I'm so confused
I'll run around London nude
If you tell me a time that you spilt some juice
I'm watching myself on the news,
Like there's no way that we're calling a truce
My screw ain't loose, I ain't got one
I bought me a shotgun, I don't want loubs
We need more yard for our hammers
And I don't wanna **** this badders
True say man need to keep her patterned
And I heard that my man's rapping, mad ting
How can they let that happen?
And the talking ting is long
So more time I ain't on chattings
They're liking the style of the gangdem, mad ting
Free all the guys on the landing
Cop it, chop it, sand them mandem
Pull up on youts at random
I was on basic coping,
These times I was just thinking about standard
Never had the plug for the tizzy,
I ripped out the wires, man I tell you it was tampered
I was tryna put 6 gold teeth in the spin
You was tryna put 6 gold teeth in your mouth
A hundred man in your vids,
When I slide to your block, ain't no one about
Shotgun with the shotgun,
Pop one, they run when I'm leaning out
And I've dipped guys with my flick knife
Man don't think twice, they scream and shout
If my man's wearing Armani,
Do his AJ and leave no trace
TT Flake, and the sand come tan like Dave
Likkle man try ask for a raise,
True say the hotline bling like Drake
In the T on my J with a Z,
Do it for the pounds, I love this cake
I told bro that we're way too bait,
I ain't tryna end up on UDN
One hand when I'm fishing the Pyrex,
But I need two when I lift up the skeng
I'm into the broad day chinging,
Machete swing, we're violent men
Pellets gon' fly out the barrel,
Side by side that's right and left
This rambo gon' rip through your (SHH)
Push flick knife straight in a mans (SHH)
Bro said that I'm tapped in the head,
That drillers attempt, all I want is (SHH)
How many times did I circle around,
Then ain't seen no one and then circled again?
I told bro unc**k that spinner,
It weren't that *****, I thought it was them
I can talk about numerous drillings,
I ain't gotta chat too loose
We're cut from a different cloth,
We do things that them boy won't do
And man talk facts on tracks,
No porkie pies, no lies pon' tunes
If you ain't gang, don't trust me,
Friend of a opp you can hold that too
I can talk about numerous drillings,
I ain't gotta chat too loose
We're cut from a different cloth,
We do things that them boy won't do
And man talk facts on tracks,
No porkie pies, no lies pon' tunes
If you ain't gang, don't trust me,
Friend of a opp you can hold that too