Fuck the opps
Free my siblings
98 gang
Yo it's us
Yo, we the ones going on rides and stepping
If I juice a boy and pour Henny
No way could I leave my bredrin
Slip up get left as a memory
We the ones dishing out corn in the weapon
Slap it and puss forever get tekky
Reverse quick bro lemme go G Check him
Stepped out full came back on empty
We the ones who for action
Real lust beef throws more backwards
Tell my sons rising tandem
Best glide ting no see lamdem
Never, been seeing the jakes all day
But I ain't tryna end this search
If I see a opp I'ma bend this curb
Jump out do him he gon' end in dirt
If I juice a boy I see the slammer
I was too young to see a hammer
Fuck the man but still bagga
See the nine boy in my grammar
I blow smoke like a Rasta
Plus I'm ten ten with my flicky
I'm by the way with the Rasta
Don't touch door get sticky
What's goodie It's Jimmy what's goodie
Don't mind what I just fling in my hoodie
Known in my posse when I get juggy
Gang ready dirt if you can't hold the bully
Mandem disgusting attack man in public
This sweet one don't like all the nonsense
Waps bout we don't know bout the stuffing
98 boy but I keep it 100
Don't leave that scene til he's done
Rambos and it's bending the knife
Ting looks proper when we go on a hunt
I pray it don't jam when the ting gets upped
The formations strong we doing him proper
Tryna leave man slumped
We do a man up do a man like trunked
We the ones going on rides and stepping
If I juice a boy and pour Henny
No way could I leave my bredrin
Slip up get left as a memory
We the ones dishing out corn in the weapon
Slap it and puss forever get tekky
Reverse quick bro lemme go G Check him
Stepped out full came back on empty
I'm like a man on a mission
Michael Myers with a kitchen
I don't poke I push it in him
And leave the crime scene dripping
Billy I'm with it I'm with it
Why'd you think I stayed with it
Crash in AM in the PM with my mask on like who did it
Stuff man in the ding put man in the - taken care of
Masked to the brim evidence left where
And I couldn't let machine tear
Bro jump out I jump out too (yes)
Think I could leave my Bruce
Don't know about you fam who done left yours
Why you think you got lifted too
Planning a ride got patterned attire
Pattern the frier means you're a goner
Your chat never matters you're liars (never)
I take me a trip with this heat conductor
Get a brick moving, constructor
You wouldn't even know what struck you
This shovel can't pave your way down under
8 and the 9 like my number
Tryna do more rap the streets keep calling my name
Aje just run out of dinners I guess I'm rapping bout dinners again
The kitchens frying get burnt or shaved
This beef all up in flames
You left your boy then you done it again
Next time get put on a chain
We the ones going on rides and stepping
If I juice a boy and pour Henny
No way could I leave my bredrin
Slip up get left as a memory
We the ones dishing out corn in the weapon
Slap it and puss forever get tekky
Reverse quick bro lemme go G Check him
Stepped out full came back on empty
