L'une des meilleures prod UK DRILL 💯💯

Been waiting for this for time

0:20 oh god

Sing Youngest in charge sj it goes sick with the beat.

The space of the 808 and kick though 🔊

this one slyly change the game

Cleanest mix in da game

3 sj ⭕⭕⭕

Jack don’t know who I’ve got on my payroll, but he plays minecraft with daycholl

Lyrics: I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-o corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch up Off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip, three balls in her tongue, this brown skin thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six Like Turna, with bae I can't slip I can talk on bare mans name, 15, that was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides man went on the wap got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at Tops or Commerce, we're circling Turnpike Lane Tryna just ching man out of their J's, ayy, broski holding the clutch then brake Bros too tapped, he keeps on squeezing, sneezing, this is the shotgun season Get back gang where the dotty's revealing, S slapped it, jumped out and beat it Gang 'dem crash, no Flight of the Phoenix Two in the dots for five of these idiots Shh got cheffed up and then left bleeding Lack on the road, that's normal procedures These opp boys must've gone ku-ku 'Cause I'm really on drills, no fibs Man's holding a fuck off chings If you see Double Lz, step round with a limp Always two guns up in the whip Slap that quick, watch his whole body twitch Don't think you can ride on the Nizz Man slide right back in a tinted whip If I slap this corn out the hand ting It's a mad ting if I press this trigger 6 man squashed in this dinger, chest shot chinger Jump out gang with this spinner This opp thot come way too inna cah her friend got shot She don't know who's the driller To all the opp boys, it's your friends we bill up No reaction, they don't ride for their nigga I'm on the O, ten toes with my soldiers I don't beef my age, I got beef with olders Man crash this corn off motors This shotgun slaps and it flings my shoulder Tion Wayne is a fucking joker Carni tryna spill juice, that's soaker Buck four, he tried run with his poker He's with DV and they both got poked up Yo, I'm tryna do it like Boogs, fling blades in hoods but they got broski on the case This shotgun come long like Grace, half it-half it so it comes in the rave On the stage with H, big shank on my waist, so I'm in N9 with my mates Gang changing plates, tape off your estates then head straight back to the base This sweet one keeps talking 'bout dates If I slap this gauge, whole neighbourhood awakes Bro Kush put his foot on the brakes, my driller backed it and try hit that face If we can't see H then we gon' get blades, either way, it works both ways Bro's drunk off Wrays, got corn for days so I don't get blammed on the mains I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-o corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch up Off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip, three balls in her tongue, this brown skin thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six Like Turna, with bae I can't slip I can talk on bare mans name, 15, that was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides man went on the wap got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at Tops or Commerce, we're circling Turnpike Lane Tryna just ching man out of their J's, ayy, broski holding the clutch then brake

I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-o corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch up Off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip, three balls in her tongue, this brown skin thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six Like Turna, with bae I can't slip I can talk on bare mans name, 15, that was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides man went on the wap got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at Tops or Commerce, we're circling Turnpike Lane Tryna just ching man out of their J's, ayy, broski holding the clutch then brake Bros too tapped, he keeps on squeezing, sneezing, this is the shotgun season Get back gang where the dotty's revealing, S slapped it, jumped out and beat it Gang 'dem crash, no Flight of the Phoenix Two in the dots for five of these idiots Shh got cheffed up and then left bleeding Lack on the road, that's normal procedures These opp boys must've gone ku-ku 'Cause I'm really on drills, no fibs Man's holding a fuck off chings If you see Double Lz, step round with a limp Always two guns up in the whip Slap that quick, watch his whole body twitch Don't think you can ride on the Nizz Man slide right back in a tinted whip If I slap this corn out the hand ting It's a mad ting if I press this trigger 6 man squashed in this dinger, chest shot chinger Jump out gang with this spinner This opp thot come way too inna cah her friend got shot She don't know who's the driller To all the opp boys, it's your friends we bill up No reaction, they don't ride for their nigga I'm on the O, ten toes with my soldiers I don't beef my age, I got beef with olders Man crash this corn off motors This shotgun slaps and it flings my shoulder Tion Wayne is a fucking joker Carni tryna spill juice, that's soaker Buck four, he tried run with his poker He's with DV and they both got poked up Yo, I'm tryna do it like Boogs, fling blades in hoods but they got broski on the case This shotgun come long like Grace, half it-half it so it comes in the rave On the stage with H, big shank on my waist, so I'm in N9 with my mates Gang changing plates, tape off your estates then head straight back to the base This sweet one keeps talking 'bout dates If I slap this gauge, whole neighbourhood awakes Bro Kush put his foot on the brakes, my driller backed it and try hit that face If we can't see H then we gon' get blades, either way, it works both ways Bro's drunk off Wrays, got corn for days so I don't get blammed on the mains I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-o corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch up Off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip, three balls in her tongue, this brown skin thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six Like Turna, with bae I can't slip I can talk on bare mans name, 15, that was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides man went on the wap got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at Tops or Commerce, we're circling Turnpike Lane Tryna just ching man out of their J's, ayy, broski holding the clutch then brake

Whys it just coming out now

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depuis personne n'a fait pas mieux

how someone can produce this type beat very hard work bro love you

I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-O corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy

[Intro] Sykes, Sykes Woi, woi, woi, woi, woi [Chorus: SJ, Bandokay & Double Lz] I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-O corn when I slap this gladly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch You don't wanna see me switch up off the moped with a stick No witch This sweet one stepped out in drip Three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six Like Turna, with bae I can't slip I can talk on bare man's name Fifteen, that was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides man went on The wap got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at Tops or Commerce We're circling Turnpike Lane Tryna just ching man out of their J's Ayy, broski holdin' the clutch then brake [Verse 1: Double Lz] Bro's too tapped, he keeps on squeezing Sneezing, this is the shotgun season Get back gang with the dotty's revealing S slapped it, jumped out and beat it Gang 'dem crash, no Flight of the Phoenix Two in the dots for five of these eediats Shh got cheffed up and then left bleeding Lack on the road, that's normal procedures These opp boys must've gone ku-ku 'Cause I'm really on drills, no fibs Man's holding a fuck off chings If you see Double Lz, step round with a limp Always two guns up in the whip Slap that quick, watch his whole body twitch Don't think you can ride on the Nizz Man slide right back in a tinted whip [Verse 2: SJ] If I slap this corn out the hand ting It's a mad ting if I press this trigger Six man squashed in this dinger Chest shot chinger, Jump Out Gang with this spinner This opp thot come way too inna Cah her friend got shot, she don't know who's the driller To all the opp boys, it's your friends we bill up No reaction, they don't ride for their nigga I'm on the O, ten toes with my soldiers I don't beef my age, I got beef with olders Man crash this corn off motors This shotgun slaps and it flings my shoulder Tion Wayne is a fucking joker Come carni tryna spill juice, that's soaker Buck four, he tried run with his poker He's with DV and they both got poked up [Verse 3: Bandokay] Yo, I'm tryna do it like Boogs Swing blades in hoods but they got broski on the case This shotgun come long like Grace Half it-half it so it comes in the rave On the stage with H, big shank on my waist So I'm in N9 with my mates Gang changing plates Tape off your estates, then head straight back to the base This sweet one keeps talking 'bout dates If I slap this gauge, whole neighbourhood awakes Bro Kush put his foot on the brakes My driller backed it and try hit that face If we can't see H then we gon' get blades Either way, it works both ways Bro's drunk off Wrays, got corn for days So don't get blammed on the mains [Chorus: SJ, Bandokay & Double Lz] I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-O corn when I slap this gladly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch You don't wanna see me switch up off the moped with a stick No witch This sweet one stepped out in drip Three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six Like Turna, with bae I can't slip I can talk on bare man's name Fifteen, that was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides man went on The wap got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at Tops or Commerce We're circling Turnpike Lane Tryna just ching man out of their J's Ayy, broski holdin' the clutch then brake

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this a long walk home, finna head head back, fixing my soul n my mind coz its all black, i been up on streets all day saw walls close in like my dreams so it all cap i been up for a while now, fighting bitch im all tired out ive seen man fall back thats backtrack shifting my cards all right finna throw jack beat changed, got my scope ranged, aint no body finna get beat blamed, aint no body running from this beats aim, aint no body left fkin beathing i dont wanna catch a fking case yh, i go to my class, and sit in the back, and they always ask, unravel the mask, please do not go past, u laughin at me please shut the fuck up, whip out my aks n ima start aiming at yo head u wish u had shut the fuck up, never make fun of me, i got the gunnery, this is not new to me, feel like i wanna flee, stepping in home, yet i feel alone, my emotions are gone, they turn to stone, slit on my own slit up my wrist until i see bone, Bitch ima stay till the whole clip empty, seen bitch come back for a slice of cake n a kiss of death like envy, yh, man swong by in a fugure of 8, his mind is fucked its deadly, pls play dead still when i come fast right past like my man andy, Yh swung n jumped right down no floor, Eyes ran back all round no more, Found right dead right past his doors, Yh his fam came up n saw him swinging, he tried to hit me up, i saw my phone and left it ringing, Yh shouldve hit green, i got no reasons, fk all this shit n fk this feelings, man was left to chat to his demons, Dont u dare make a friend like me, im evil asf u see, ill leave man shook like Muhammed Ali.

Cold

Let move on to David

Fucking hard

How can i use this for a song do I have to paye somone

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[Chorus] OFB, we don't window shop Bro caught him an opp and tried turn him off (Bow, bow) In this X3, man's swervin' off (Skrr, skrr) Free Boogie Bando, he got birded off (Free my bro, free my bro) Whenever we get a burner loss We just cop a next one and go burst it off (Ay) Lil bro's tellin' me he got his earnings wrong We just took him OT, now his trapline's gone (Ring, ring) [Verse 1] Yo, PY got smoked, no bong (Bow, bow, bow) And I'm tryna smoke man with this trey, no Songz SJ, I've been a real bad boy from young I would've had my Rambo if I was allowed in prom (I weren't allowed) This bad B in the Nizz with thongs She keeps tellin' me she wants the Niners gone Bando's tellin' her she can ride along And if Lz in the cut, this ride gets long (Woi-woi-woi-woi) Like, everyone's trappin' and everyone's bangin' I think I might just stop rappin' (I might) These 9 boys just jumped on a track K-M-T, who gassed these faggots? (KMT) They ain't done no blammings or splashings What are they rappin'? (What they rappin'?) SJ, I ain't on no chattings Man been verified, blue ticks, old fashioned (That's old) And if I start talking 'bout these drills they'll fold up And this song might get taken down (Oh shit) And if you've been touched, please own up King on your block? Let me take that crown (Let me take it) Man seen armed Jakes at the exit I asked broski, "Will we make it out?" (Might not) Oh shit, oh shit, I just see a opp, let me take him out RIP Lampz, didn't make it out, ouch (Dead up, dead up) She tryna send man down South When they stay up north, they get saved like, "How?" (How?) Them boy are like Mickey Mouse They just want attention from kids, some clowns (Some dickheads) They post pics like "drip or drown" Let me drown mans drip, where's your drip gone now? (Ching, ching, ching) [Chorus] OFB, we don't window shop Just caught me an opp, I tried turn him off (Gang, gang, gang, gang) In this X3, man's swervin' off Free Boogie Bando, he got birded off (Woi, woi, woi, woi) Whenever we get a burner loss (Ay) We just cop a next one and go burst it off (Bow, bow) Lil bro's tellin' me he got his earnings wrong We just took him OT, now his trapline's gone (Ring) OFB, we don't window shop Just caught me an opp, I tried turn him off In this X3, man's swervin' off (Skrr, skrr) Free Boogie Bando, he got birded off (Free my bro, free my bro) Whenever we get a burner loss (Ay) We just cop a next one and go burst it off (Bow, bow, bow) Lil bro's tellin' me he got his earnings wrong We just took him OT, now his trapline's gone (Woi, woi, woi, woi) [Verse 2] This South ting just come down North But she's going down South, will this South ting naughty? (Ohh, ohh) In the dance, got my Rambz all bleached up Left the function with my shank all saucy (Ching, ching, ching) Get sent down South, no Morley I'm on this Vespa with this rusty .40 (It's rusty) Ay, naughty, naughty, no one call me And no Snapchat for the porkies (No Snapin') This X3 kicks off like a tank Put your foot on the gas, let's do this neatly (Skrr, skrr) See the way man poked up DV? He ran after and all collapsed, that's meady (Oh shit) Fore Street gets taped off easy The way I pull up blacked out, you can't see me (No way) Reaper, I beg you stop these wheelies (Ay, bro) Opps at Mac D's, let's do this speedy (Ching, ching) Move low, not bait, bro changed his plates Broad day, let it rip on the mains (Bow, bow) Before we leave this place, make sure it gets taped Take risks on the glide, fuck Jakes (I dare you to take it) X3, bare space, two boots, let's play Tryna red card man, no games (Bow, bow, bow) I see the boys in plain Don't press no brakes, all bait so we mount that pave' (Skrr, skrr) [Chorus] OFB, we don't window shop Bro caught him an opp and tried turn him off (Woi-woi-woi-woi) In this X3, man's swervin' off Free Boogie Bando, he got birded off (Free my bro, free my bro) Whenever we get a burner loss (Bow, bow) We just cop a next one and go burst it off (Bow, bow) Lil bro's tellin' me he got his earnings wrong We just took him OT, now his trapline's gone (Ring, ring) OFB, we don't window shop (No way) Bro caught him an opp and tried turn him off In this X3, man's swervin' off (Skrr, skrr) Free Boogie Bando, he got birded off (Free my bro) Whenever we get a burner loss We just cop a next one and go burst it off (Bow, bow) Lil bro's tellin' me he got his earnings wrong We just took him OT, now his trapline's gone (Ring, ring)

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From my fucking clip

I can talk on bare man’s name 15 that was me on the ride with my blade.

I wanna see who’s active cause these paigons aren’t mans outside with a stainless kitchen and my bro got the Anglo arms free m4 and fuck dat jury cause they got bro locked behind bars 5 man up blacked out with mindis you don’t wanna cross our path I’m active and your not im a savage and your not gang ride out for boredom best cut chase wen we come ur block db yutes Dey ain’t on wass Dey run in shops like save me boss old skl days took shanks to skl now I’m in the bando making prof I Had a bad b from ends 2 balls and a tongue that’s tt slops 2 minute bop to the local shop don’t think twice bout bringing my chops

Anyone who knows any similar beats like The Philly don't dance one And shifts

Psychs (What, what, what, what) (Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait) I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-O corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch Up off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip Three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six, with bae I can't slip I could talk on bare mans name, 15 That was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides, man went on the wap Got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at tops or- Tryna just ching man out of their J's, ayy Broski holdin' the clutch then brake Bros too tapped, he keeps on squeezing Sneezing, this is the shotgun season Get back gang where the dotty's revealing S slapped it, jumped out and beat it Gang 'dem crash, no Flight of the Phoenix Two in the dots for five of these eediats Shh, got cheffed up and then left bleeding Lack on the road, that's normal procedures These opp boys must've gone ku-ku 'Cause I'm really on drills, no fibs Man's holding a fuck off chings If you see Double Lz, step round with a limp Always two guns up in the whip Slap that quick, watch his whole body twitch Don't think you can ride on the Nizz Man slide right back in a tinted whip If I slap this corn out the hand ting It's a mad ting if I press this trigger Six man squashed in this dinger Chest shot chinger, jump out gang with this spinner This opp thot come way too inna She don't know who's the driller To all the opp boys, it's your friends we bill up No reaction, they don't ride for their nigga I'm on the ol' ten tours with my soldiers I don't beef my age, I got beef with olders Man crash this corn off motors His shotgun slaps and it flings my shoulder Fucking joker Carnage, tryna spill juice, that's soaker And they both got poked up (yo) I'm tryna do it like Boogs Fling blades in hoods but they got broski on the case This shotgun come long like Grace Half to half it so it comes in the rave On the stage with H, big shank on my waist Gang changing plates Tape off your estates then head straight back to the base This sweet one keeps talking 'bout dates If I slap this gauge, whole neighbourhood awakes Bro Kush put his foot on the brakes My driller backed it and try hit that face Either way, it works both ways Bro's drunk off Wrays, got corn for days So I don't get blammed on the mains I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-O corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch Up off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip Three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six, bae I can't slip I could talk on bare mans name, 15 That was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides, man went on the wap Got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at tops or- Tryna just ching man out of their J's, ayy Broski holdin' the clutch then brake Your welcome

Mio fratello conta il contante 5 chili sulla volante Ho 5 pute ma sono distratte Sposto chili sopra una bravo(Sh) Metto il passa tu passi di moda Buchi in pancia sanguina la gola Se non paghi ti rompiamo ossa Frega un cazzo della vecchia scuola A casa non è tutto apposto Adesso spaccio come prima(ah, ah) Ho soldi nascosti nei quadri Pure dentro la cantina(Paw Paw) Chiamo Dieghito ci vediamo al parco Sono distratto uscito col Parka Col Nokia in tasca Vedo lo sbirro vedo condanna(Mamma) Prima facevo il pusher Coi tocchi nelle palle Ora faccio il cantante Le giro con le guardie Sti palazzi come Banlieu Sono la mia famiglia C’ho tre cops alle calcagne Ti azzitto con un mitra 5 grammi dentro le palle ora ogni giorno si fa piu distante perche è per strada che faccio il contante sto con la tipa e c ho appresso due guardie non è una canna che ti fa cantante ma se finisci dentro una volante io ti assicuro che farai l infame perche a cantare puoi fare il cantante ci sono stato in una popolare e ho visto gli occhi di chi fa la fame come nel barrio non puoi scherzare la gente per strada mi chiama e mi guarda come se fossi la loro puttana alle mie mani ho solo tagli niente anelli so solo rubarli tuta e sacoche mi fittano scarpe popper e froci aprono le gambe emporio ck c4 per aria se ci rompi i muri fra ci trovi bamba mi trovi in strada su un fuoristrada dalla mañana a notte tarda sotto le banlieu con la mia squadra vendevo il necessario pane a casa non ce mai stato tornavo alle 5 rientravo al contrario una boccia di jack non cambierà il fatto che sono gangsta non cacarmi il cazzo un beat in mano scarico l’assalto un clipper in mano brucio un altro grammo chillin chillin non farti un amico o ti ruba la bici ho solo fratelli in equipe consegne su glovo in piazza all you can eat bevo un altro drink solo per scordarmi i danni che ho fatto per strada voglio perdonarmi infilo un gettone bitcoin ancora parlo che parlo di grammi scaltri i miei ragazzi passano alle armi spari dici che spari fammi vedere la semi nell audi il mio passato fra storie da pazzi giuro ma non sto a raccontarti ho alzato il doppio del mio vecchio guadagno mi alzo la mattina e vedo l’oro in bagno

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L9 got the topic bro callin a slack dont jump on a song Make man turn pack then I smoke that pack in a bong My flows too sick and corona coming in hot like coughs Two blades in his lungs try breathe but the pain is a lot, Too clean with the drip like Dax this janitor cleaning mops If I sneeze 3 times still catch those hands deres no need to box In a bando surfin why’s your marjie callin the cops This complicated bitch too much for my complicated slops That boy didn’t listen, wait, smoke bro get popped no kitchens Listen up this shotgun gets slappy another bad one getting tappy, tappy Catch man out get stabby, wait, listen up get 2 in the backy, blow that backy It hurts my shoulder This bitch on a call with man but I don’t even know her Told her Catch me an M get digging, those D’s but the M can’t wait no longer Big up the army ting no Soulja, bro been in a, pack get two in a , pedal that rev that, gas man up like, petrol, burn that drip, she is, thinking I’m mental, wait Pattern your sleep this bitch caught Z’s When I catch those Z’s don’t wake from his sleep My flows got covid all of the stocks just soaring catch me a Z I’m tired it’s peak Fuck these cats ima grind, cop me a 5 Spent two days in a slammer so I listened up just wait for the 9 6 shots in a clip like Russia this rude boy let a man shot that’s lies 10 shots, fly, 9 down, why? 8 racks, grind , 7up, nice, balls deep in a bitch outside ima baller 2 yards in the back I’m rolling rolling Need me a clip ima shoot that back no scopes I’m loading loading Who’s that in a yota The poker tucked still pull out a Wap in a mocha Boujee bitch in my lap I was telling her bend that back ima fold her, Bare mandem chatting Wait Bare gyaldem backin Too rich ima panic Wait Mortime tryna get this pagan, pay that gyal and i blam it Wait Jump in a ride got two in a glide got too many wives 10G’s and I’m right ima miss this turning going up left I ain’t going up right, this guy wanna chat on my name just bake like pies she said don’t trap I don’t wanna talk to the sky

I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-O corn when I slap this gladly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch You don't wanna see me switch up off the moped with a stick No witch This sweet one stepped out in drip Three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six

2 gyal in a rental jump in a ride ima ride out run a boy down that’s mental Bro in a trap got nicked for a spoon get a mizzy on a dot when I rev those pedals And a boy gets chatty slap that wap in the fanny, bleed out, slap that wap in his granny, TZ on the news that boy got caught in M times 2 when I catch those M’s that’s true but when I’m backin my sinister clues make man turn Casper drop that bitch when I grip and shoot Grip and shoot, spill that juice Da tropicana getting tropical spilling out all this food, gutty Patty that guy like a patty, make man turn red like a crabby don’t get fassy I can’t even breathe this flows in my lungs like a dick in her batty This guys is a fucking joker I don’t catch those M’s give V like it’s D get put in a can like C that’s DC in a main ting like Cobra Carnage carnage spill that venom Bros face turned twisted like bro was eating a lemon He died with his eyes open in the road bro went to the stairs to heaven And 4 man in a ride we glide out see a man poke his head L2 R2 this .11

how they jump on the track talkin bout Oj and then try chat too loose was a haunted house don't jump It was me and gang doin them way 2 rude stick man then he's splitting down two

0:15 can someone tell the name of the sound effect?

Wenn der Mann nicht dann wird die mum leiden skir pau in der dunya muss hash treiben

I ain’t got no baddy, but for sure I will get your daddy Ethan doesn’t breathe, I won’t let the opps cheese

Yo wats the sample

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Im selling lyrics for one like💯💙 I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-o corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch up Off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip, three balls in her tongue, this brown skin thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six Like Turna, with bae I can't slip I can talk on bare mans name, 15, that was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides man went on the wap got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at Tops or Commerce, we're circling Turnpike Lane Tryna just ching man out of their J's, ayy, broski holding the clutch then brake Bros too tapped, he keeps on squeezing, sneezing, this is the shotgun season Get back gang where the dotty's revealing, S slapped it, jumped out and beat it Gang 'dem crash, no Flight of the Phoenix Two in the dots for five of these idiots Shh got cheffed up and then left bleeding Lack on the road, that's normal procedures These opp boys must've gone ku-ku 'Cause I'm really on drills, no fibs Man's holding a fuck off chings If you see Double Lz, step round with a limp Always two guns up in the whip Slap that quick, watch his whole body twitch Don't think you can ride on the Nizz Man slide right back in a tinted whip If I slap this corn out the hand ting It's a mad ting if I press this trigger 6 man squashed in this dinger, chest shot chinger Jump out gang with this spinner This opp thot come way too inna cah her friend got shot She don't know who's the driller To all the opp boys, it's your friends we bill up No reaction, they don't ride for their nigga I'm on the O, ten toes with my soldiers I don't beef my age, I got beef with olders Man crash this corn off motors This shotgun slaps and it flings my shoulder Tion Wayne is a fucking joker Carni tryna spill juice, that's soaker Buck four, he tried run with his poker He's with DV and they both got poked up Yo, I'm tryna do it like Boogs, fling blades in hoods but they got broski on the case This shotgun come long like Grace, half it-half it so it comes in the rave On the stage with H, big shank on my waist, so I'm in N9 with my mates Gang changing plates, tape off your estates then head straight back to the base This sweet one keeps talking 'bout dates If I slap this gauge, whole neighbourhood awakes Bro Kush put his foot on the brakes, my driller backed it and try hit that face If we can't see H then we gon' get blades, either way, it works both ways Bro's drunk off Wrays, got corn for days so I don't get blammed on the mains I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-o corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch up Off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip, three balls in her tongue, this brown skin thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six Like Turna, with bae I can't slip I can talk on bare mans name, 15, that was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides man went on the wap got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at Tops or Commerce, we're circling Turnpike Lane Tryna just ching man out of their J's, ayy, broski holding the clutch then brake

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I wanna see who’s active cause these paigons aren’t mans outside with a stainless kitchen and my bro got the Anglo arms free m4 and fuck dat jury cause they got bro locked behind bars 5 man up blacked out with mindis you don’t wanna cross our path I’m active and your not im a savage and your not gang ride out for boredom best cut chase wen we come ur block db yutes Dey ain’t on wass Dey run in shops like save me boss old skl days took shanks to skl now I’m in the bando making prof I Had a bad b from ends 2 balls and a tongue that’s tt slops 2 minute bop to the local shop don’t think twice bout bringing my chops

I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-o corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy

I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-o corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch up Off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip, three balls in her tongue, this brown skin thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six Like Turna, with bae I can't slip I can talk on bare mans name, 15, that was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides man went on the wap got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at Tops or Commerce, we're circling Turnpike Lane Tryna just ching man out of their J's, ayy, broski holding the clutch then brake Bros too tapped, he keeps on squeezing, sneezing, this is the shotgun season Get back gang where the dotty's revealing, S slapped it, jumped out and beat it Gang 'dem crash, no Flight of the Phoenix Two in the dots for five of these idiots Shh got cheffed up and then left bleeding Lack on the road, that's normal procedures These opp boys must've gone ku-ku 'Cause I'm really on drills, no fibs Man's holding a fuck off chings If you see Double Lz, step round with a limp Always two guns up in the whip Slap that quick, watch his whole body twitch Don't think you can ride on the Nizz Man slide right back in a tinted whip If I slap this corn out the hand ting It's a mad ting if I press this trigger 6 man squashed in this dinger, chest shot chinger Jump out gang with this spinner This opp thot come way too inna cah her friend got shot

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Psychs (What, what, what, what) (Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait) I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-O corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch Up off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip Three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six, with bae I can't slip I could talk on bare mans name, 15 That was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides, man went on the wap Got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at tops or- Tryna just ching man out of their J's, ayy Broski holdin' the clutch then brake Bros too tapped, he keeps on squeezing Sneezing, this is the shotgun season Get back gang where the dotty's revealing S slapped it, jumped out and beat it Gang 'dem crash, no Flight of the Phoenix Two in the dots for five of these eediats Shh, got cheffed up and then left bleeding Lack on the road, that's normal procedures These opp boys must've gone ku-ku 'Cause I'm really on drills, no fibs Man's holding a fuck off chings If you see Double Lz, step round with a limp Always two guns up in the whip Slap that quick, watch his whole body twitch Don't think you can ride on the Nizz Man slide right back in a tinted whip If I slap this corn out the hand ting It's a mad ting if I press this trigger Six man squashed in this dinger Chest shot chinger, jump out gang with this spinner This opp thot come way too inna She don't know who's the driller To all the opp boys, it's your friends we bill up No reaction, they don't ride for their nigga I'm on the ol' ten tours with my soldiers I don't beef my age, I got beef with olders Man crash this corn off motors His shotgun slaps and it flings my shoulder Fucking joker Carnage, tryna spill juice, that's soaker And they both got poked up (yo) I'm tryna do it like Boogs Fling blades in hoods but they got broski on the case This shotgun come long like Grace Half to half it so it comes in the rave On the stage with H, big shank on my waist Gang changing plates Tape off your estates then head straight back to the base This sweet one keeps talking 'bout dates If I slap this gauge, whole neighbourhood awakes Bro Kush put his foot on the brakes My driller backed it and try hit that face Either way, it works both ways Bro's drunk off Wrays, got corn for days So I don't get blammed on the mains I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-O corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch Up off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip Three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six, bae I can't slip I could talk on bare mans name, 15 That was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides, man went on the wap Got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at tops or- Tryna just ching man out of their J's, ayy Broski holdin' the clutch then brake

I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-O corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch Up off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip Three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six, with bae I can't slip I could talk on bare mans name, 15 That was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides, man went on the wap Got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at tops or- Tryna just ching man out of their J's, ayy Broski holdin' the clutch then brake Bros too tapped, he keeps on squeezing Sneezing, this is the shotgun season Get back gang where the dotty's revealing S slapped it, jumped out and beat it Gang 'dem crash, no Flight of the Phoenix Two in the dots for five of these eediats Shh, got cheffed up and then left bleeding Lack on the road, that's normal procedures These opp boys must've gone ku-ku 'Cause I'm really on drills, no fibs Man's holding a fuck off chings If you see Double Lz, step round with a limp Always two guns up in the whip Slap that quick, watch his whole body twitch Don't think you can ride on the Nizz Man slide right back in a tinted whip If I slap this corn out the hand ting It's a mad ting if I press this trigger Six man squashed in this dinger Chest shot chinger, jump out gang with this spinner This opp thot come way too inna She don't know who's the driller To all the opp boys, it's your friends we bill up No reaction, they don't ride for their nigga I'm on the ol' ten tours with my soldiers I don't beef my age, I got beef with olders Man crash this corn off motors His shotgun slaps and it flings my shoulder Fucking joker Carnage, tryna spill juice, that's soaker And they both got poked up (yo) I'm tryna do it like Boogs Fling blades in hoods but they got broski on the case This shotgun come long like Grace Half to half it so it comes in the rave On the stage with H, big shank on my waist Gang changing plates Tape off your estates then head straight back to the base This sweet one keeps talking 'bout dates If I slap this gauge, whole neighbourhood awakes Bro Kush put his foot on the brakes My driller backed it and try hit that face Either way, it works both ways Bro's drunk off Wrays, got corn for days So I don't get blammed on the mains I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-O corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch Up off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip Three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six, bae I can't slip I could talk on bare mans name, 15 That was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides, man went on the wap Got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at tops or- Tryna just ching man out of their J's, ayy Broski holdin' the clutch then brake

I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-O corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch Up off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip Three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six, with bae I can't slip I could talk on bare mans name, 15 That was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides man went on the wap Got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at…

I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-O corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch Up off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip Three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six, with bae I can't slip I could talk on bare mans name, 15 That was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides man went on the wap Got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at tops or- Tryna just ching man out of their J's, ayy Broski holdin' the clutch then brake Bros too tapped, he keeps on squeezing Sneezing, this is the shotgun season Get back gang where the dotty's revealing S slapped it, jumped out and beat it Gang 'dem crash, no Flight of the Phoenix Two in the dots for five of these eediats Shh got cheffed up and then left bleeding Lack on the road, that's normal procedures These opp boys must've gone ku-ku 'Cause I'm really on drills, no fibs Man's holding a fuck off chings If you see Double Lz, step round with a limp Always two guns up in the whip Slap that quick, watch his whole body twitch Don't think you can ride on the Nizz Man slide right back in a tinted whip If I slap this corn out the hand ting It's a mad ting if I press this trigger Six man squashed in this dinger Chest shot chinger, jump out gang with this spinner This opp thot come way too inna She don't know who's the driller To all the opp boys, it's your friends we bill up No reaction, they don't ride for their nigga I'm on the ol' ten tours with my soldiers I don't beef my age, I got beef with olders Man crash this corn off motors His shotgun slaps and it flings my shoulder Fucking joker Carnage, tryna spill juice, that's soaker And they both got poked up (Yo) I'm tryna do it like Boogs Fling blades in hoods but they got broski on the case This shotgun come long like Grace Half to half it so it comes in the rave On the stage with H, big shank on my waist Gang changing plates Tape off your estates then head straight back to the base This sweet one keeps talking 'bout dates If I slap this gauge, whole neighbourhood awakes Bro Kush put his foot on the brakes My driller backed it and try hit that face Either way, it works both ways Bro's drunk off Wrays, got corn for days So I don't get blammed on the mains I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-O corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch Up off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip Three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six, bae I can't slip I could talk on bare mans name, 15 That was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides man went on the wap Got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at tops or- Tryna just ching man out of their J's, ayy Broski holdin' the clutch then brake

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I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-O corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch Up off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip Three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six, with bae I can't slip I could talk on bare mans name, 15 That was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides, man went on the wap Got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at tops or- Tryna just ching man out of their J's, ayy Broski holdin' the clutch then brake Bros too tapped, he keeps on squeezing Sneezing, this is the shotgun season Get back gang where the dotty's revealing S slapped it, jumped out and beat it Gang 'dem crash, no Flight of the Phoenix Two in the dots for five of these eediats Shh, got cheffed up and then left bleeding Lack on the road, that's normal procedures These opp boys must've gone ku-ku 'Cause I'm really on drills, no fibs Man's holding a fuck off chings If you see Double Lz, step round with a limp Always two guns up in the whip Slap that quick, watch his whole body twitch Don't think you can ride on the Nizz Man slide right back in a tinted whip If I slap this corn out the hand ting It's a mad ting if I press this trigger Six man squashed in this dinger Chest shot chinger, jump out gang with this spinner This opp thot come way too inna She don't know who's the driller To all the opp boys, it's your friends we bill up No reaction, they don't ride for their nigga I'm on the ol' ten tours with my soldiers I don't beef my age, I got beef with olders Man crash this corn off motors His shotgun slaps and it flings my shoulder Fucking joker Carnage, tryna spill juice, that's soaker And they both got poked up (yo) I'm tryna do it like Boogs Fling blades in hoods but they got broski on the case This shotgun come long like Grace Half to half it so it comes in the rave On the stage with H, big shank on my waist Gang changing plates Tape off your estates then head straight back to the base This sweet one keeps talking 'bout dates If I slap this gauge, whole neighbourhood awakes Bro Kush put his foot on the brakes My driller backed it and try hit that face Either way, it works both ways Bro's drunk off Wrays, got corn for days So I don't get blammed on the mains I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-O corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch Up off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip Three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six, bae I can't slip I could talk on bare mans name, 15 That was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides, man went on the wap Got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at tops or- Tryna just ching man out of their J's, ayy Broski holdin' the clutch then brake Source: Musixmatch Show less

I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-O corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch Up off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip Three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six, with bae I can't slip I could talk on bare mans name, 15 That was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides man went on the wap Got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at tops or- Tryna just ching man out of their J's, ayy Broski holdin' the clutch then brake Bros too tapped, he keeps on squeezing Sneezing, this is the shotgun season Get back gang where the dotty's revealing S slapped it, jumped out and beat it Gang 'dem crash, no Flight of the Phoenix Two in the dots for five of these eediats Shh got cheffed up and then left bleeding Lack on the road, that's normal procedures These opp boys must've gone ku-ku 'Cause I'm really on drills, no fibs Man's holding a fuck off chings If you see Double Lz, step round with a limp Always two guns up in the whip Slap that quick, watch his whole body twitch Don't think you can ride on the Nizz Man slide right back in a tinted whip If I slap this corn out the hand ting It's a mad ting if I press this trigger Six man squashed in this dinger Chest shot chinger, jump out gang with this spinner This opp thot come way too inna She don't know who's the driller To all the opp boys, it's your friends we bill up No reaction, they don't ride for their nigga I'm on the ol' ten tours with my soldiers I don't beef my age, I got beef with olders Man crash this corn off motors His shotgun slaps and it flings my shoulder Fucking joker Carnage, tryna spill juice, that's soaker And they both got poked up (Yo) I'm tryna do it like Boogs Fling blades in hoods but they got broski on the case This shotgun come long like Grace Half to half it so it comes in the rave On the stage with H, big shank on my waist Gang changing plates Tape off your estates then head straight back to the base This sweet one keeps talking 'bout dates If I slap this gauge, whole neighbourhood awakes Bro Kush put his foot on the brakes My driller backed it and try hit that face Either way, it works both ways Bro's drunk off Wrays, got corn for days So I don't get blammed on the mains I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-O corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch Up off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip Three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six, bae I can't slip I could talk on bare mans name, 15 That was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides man went on the wap Got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at tops or- Tryna just ching man out of their J's, ayy Broski holdin' the clutch then brake

Psychs (What, what, what, what) (Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait) I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-O corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch Up off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip Three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six, with bae I can't slip I could talk on bare mans name, 15 That was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides, man went on the wap Got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at tops or- Tryna just ching man out of their J's, ayy Broski holdin' the clutch then brake Bros too tapped, he keeps on squeezing Sneezing, this is the shotgun season Get back gang where the dotty's revealing S slapped it, jumped out and beat it Gang 'dem crash, no Flight of the Phoenix Two in the dots for five of these eediats Shh, got cheffed up and then left bleeding Lack on the road, that's normal procedures These opp boys must've gone ku-ku 'Cause I'm really on drills, no fibs Man's holding a fuck off chings If you see Double Lz, step round with a limp Always two guns up in the whip Slap that quick, watch his whole body twitch Don't think you can ride on the Nizz Man slide right back in a tinted whip If I slap this corn out the hand ting It's a mad ting if I press this trigger Six man squashed in this dinger Chest shot chinger, jump out gang with this spinner This opp thot come way too inna She don't know who's the driller To all the opp boys, it's your friends we bill up No reaction, they don't ride for their nigga I'm on the ol' ten tours with my soldiers I don't beef my age, I got beef with olders Man crash this corn off motors His shotgun slaps and it flings my shoulder Fucking joker Carnage, tryna spill juice, that's soaker And they both got poked up (yo) I'm tryna do it like Boogs Fling blades in hoods but they got broski on the case This shotgun come long like Grace Half to half it so it comes in the rave On the stage with H, big shank on my waist Gang changing plates Tape off your estates then head straight back to the base This sweet one keeps talking 'bout dates If I slap this gauge, whole neighbourhood awakes Bro Kush put his foot on the brakes My driller backed it and try hit that face Either way, it works both ways Bro's drunk off Wrays, got corn for days So I don't get blammed on the mains I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-O corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch Up off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip Three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six, bae I can't slip I could talk on bare mans name, 15 That was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides, man went on the wap Got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at tops or- Tryna just ching man out of their J's, ayy Broski holdin' the clutch then brake

I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-O corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch Up off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip Three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six, with bae I can't slip I could talk on bare mans name, 15 That was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides man went on the wap Got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at tops or- Tryna just ching man out of their J's, ayy Broski holdin' the clutch then brake Bros too tapped, he keeps on squeezing Sneezing, this is the shotgun season Get back gang where the dotty's revealing S slapped it, jumped out and beat it Gang 'dem crash, no Flight of the Phoenix Two in the dots for five of these eediats Shh got cheffed up and then left bleeding Lack on the road, that's normal procedures These opp boys must've gone ku-ku 'Cause I'm really on drills, no fibs Man's holding a fuck off chings If you see Double Lz, step round with a limp Always two guns up in the whip Slap that quick, watch his whole body twitch Don't think you can ride on the Nizz Man slide right back in a tinted whip If I slap this corn out the hand ting It's a mad ting if I press this trigger Six man squashed in this dinger Chest shot chinger, jump out gang with this spinner This opp thot come way too inna She don't know who's the driller To all the opp boys, it's your friends we bill up No reaction, they don't ride for their nigga I'm on the ol' ten tours with my soldiers I don't beef my age, I got beef with olders Man crash this corn off motors His shotgun slaps and it flings my shoulder Fucking joker Carnage, tryna spill juice, that's soaker And they both got poked up (Yo) I'm tryna do it like Boogs Fling blades in hoods but they got broski on the case This shotgun come long like Grace Half to half it so it comes in the rave On the stage with H, big shank on my waist Gang changing plates Tape off your estates then head straight back to the base This sweet one keeps talking 'bout dates If I slap this gauge, whole neighbourhood awakes Bro Kush put his foot on the brakes My driller backed it and try hit that face Either way, it works both ways Bro's drunk off Wrays, got corn for days So I don't get blammed on the mains I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-O corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch Up off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip Three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six, bae I can't slip I could talk on bare mans name, 15 That was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides man went on the wap Got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at tops or- Tryna just ching man out of their J's, ayy Broski holdin' the clutch then brake