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Me and my razor, rollin' a dotty Don't need more gyal, more money Lamborghini truck Up-uptown, my Patek flooded (Skrrr) Click, Bow, why you running? Had the safety off, it's bussin' (Bow) Know one ting but she meady (Dead) Big back but the bitch is needy (Grub) But I think she can get us that drop Ayye trust me it's easy (Truss, truss me) Are you listening? Get round there, no long ting Speed, speedy My young boy puttin' in work He tryna put a man down like RiRi (Man Down) Dot, dot's sawned-off, short (Chop that) It was coming all knee high too (Knee high) Slap that mash on the back road Make my hand jerk like Levi Roots (Baoii) My Dior kicks in season, step in the shop and cop me two (Fresh) Ash on my car seat High speed chases and I got a 352 (Skrrr) Test me, beg a boy test me, .44 kick like Jet-Li Show you what this ting might do (Uhh?) Stand back, move These .40 bells will pierce right through (Baoii) She tellin' me come when her friends are gone Peng ting here, up, headscarf on (Peng) I don't really rate him but the rest are on I rid round there with my leathers on Big barrel ones, no clips in these She's thick but I handled the back with ease I handle the wap with ease, Slappin' the teeth and my hands would squeeze Uptown, me, bro and a blicky Take this road, now everything's sticky Louis Tee, lemme pree how it fit me Nike Tech, white Patek, man's drippy Know one ting but she meady (Dead) Big back but the bitch is needy (Grub) But I think she can get us that drop Ayye trust me it's easy (Truss, truss me) Are you listening? Get round there, no long ting Speed, speedy My young boy puttin' in work He tryna put a man down like RiRi I Get top, get top, get top, she bad (Ucky) We fucked twice, cause I ain't text Bitch ain't write me back (Ha-ha) All she knows is Boohoo and nails (Fleek up) Me, I'm tryna get a few new bells Shoulda had 6, put two in this 12 This shotty comes waist deep I ain't no baby boy (Boy, boy) Runnin' man down, Runnin' man down He got me chasin', "Oii, oii" (Where you going?) Black long clip like a ladder Wrapped in a blue bandana (ting not baby blue) Tryna score goals like Kaka Spill some juice like Snapper He ain't on shit, he's acting, How? How? How do they pretend? (How you do that?) Friday we brought that smoky So it's not often I lack on the weekend (Nah) I was sittin' in the trap, had Katie cattin', cattin' She need that needle, she ain't injecting Botox (Itching, itching) With a four and a half, get you them low tops Buuj come tough on a white one, Sosa Shotty the same as Old dog's, Lean out the whip and hear that bark (Baoii) But everyone always runs, let's see who's last (Dash off) I'm with bro, bro, he got his ting on live (Live, Bro dat) See a third man in the mirror Weren't drivin' a dinger, I'm shoutin' "Drive!" You ain't ever left that scene all red Ridin', blood on your mountain bike (Red) But why does he rap 'bout shootin', bootin'? Tell you about that life These days, do a drill on my nine (Nino) I was so young just drownin' my knife (Ching) This bad boy ting is selective (What you doing?) Don't tell me 'bout them, they select (Can't do that) Be careful which side what you choose If we ain't like you we're lettin' it press (Press it) Three-Eight corn, it ejects Hit him in his head, he's stressed, meet death (Headtop) And I'm movin' low with my black blade Had on a low tops and a stab vest (Wear that) S- that pack, cah the pack was shorted Why you tryna give me less? (Can't do that) And I'm runnin' man down on this back road Just this shank and my skinny legs Think that I'm tapped, told me I'm mad Like Enjoli didn't bring me meds (Mad up) I got psycho friends, stab you up quick Swear we'll leave you a mess, yes (Dip, dip, dip) Escape back to the block Everyone's screaming "Yeah" (Yes) I don't wanna hear no cap All I hear is cap in their bars (Safe) Side of my 9 gotta star Man's in the whip where the roof got stars (Skrrr) Mask, tinted up You wouldn't know who's in the car Don't know who's in the yard Stupid thot give brain to the opps (She's too fass) Know one ting but she meady (Dead) Big back but the bitch is needy (Grub) But I think she can get us that drop Ayye trust me it's easy (Truss, truss me) Are you listening? Get round there, no long ting Speed, speedy My young boy puttin' in work He tryna put a man down like RiRi (M1 On The Beat)
Writer(s): Mozis Aduu, Julius Babatunde, Nathan Tokosi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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