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Gonna say this once and once only, gang Free BMA, Free Sav, active Somethin' got cheffed, splashed, dipped Splashed, cheffed like onions Free S9, active Free GB, grip the gun Ayy, ayy, ayy Attempted, shoulda been a murder (AM) Somethin' might... boof, baow, baow, run with a burner We're active (boop, boop, boop) Let's go halves on a burger (halves) Big MAC-10 (dududu) Can I get fries? A- got cheffed in the ends times two (baow, baow) Donny had enough and he went OT Then he got cheffed upsuh (upsuh, upsuh) Fucking hell, man, who made it three? B- got chinged, he was tryna go caf' (ching, ching, ching) And his young G got cheffed times three He was on the lack tryna get some wings Don't nobody know about Uber Eats? (Ayy) A- got cheffed and he pissed himself Donny shoulda said that he had to pee (shoulda told us) Done saw man two times already One more time and a boy got chiefed (ching, ching, ching) G- done got cheffed in the eye Blind man's bluff, now a man can't see (ayy, ayy) His y- done got cheffed on the bus Don't nobody know about Addison Lee? And they talk about ha-hazard Daddy's boy, better have manners We ain't into no chat Disrespect and we back hammers Take trips to the other side Blacked out when my niggas ride We're hunters Back it out and watch niggas hide Talk about ha-hazard Daddy's boy, better have manners We ain't into no chat Disrespect and we back hammers Take trips to the other side Blacked out when my niggas ride We're hunters Back it out and watch niggas hide Somethin' got cheffed, splashed, dipped Splashed, cheffed like onions (dip, dip, dip) Like, how you gonna leave your cousin? (How?) Sign out 'cause this shit's disgusting Ugh, it's nothing (ayy) They ain't gonna stay when they see my nine (no way) I'll be afraid if he was my guy He really done left his bredrin twice Man kick back in a wonder (wonder) Lurk 'round there in a Honda (Honda) You can get bun like Hatz (bun) Or you can get cheffed like his younger (err) How you still chill with Naghzy? Probably shoulda held some shells (ayy) Nigga ain't allowed in Brixton (why?) 'Cause he like boys and girls (faggot) 'Cause what do you mean? (Huh?) None of them boy there bad (none) Oboy's probably gay Why he always chat about man? (Ugh) Loose done dash with the wap Don't know how to feel about that (haha) I'm fucking dead Bitch, just stick to the rap And they talk about ha-hazard Daddy's boy, better have manners We ain't into no chat Disrespect and we back hammers Take trips to the other side Blacked out when my niggas ride We're hunters Back it out and watch niggas hide Attempted, shoulda been a murder (AM) Somethin' might... boof, baow, baow, run with a burner We're active Let's go halves on a burger (let's go halves) Big MAC-10 (dududu) Can I get fries? Come on, man (active) We're really out here, man (active, uh-uh) Active (gang, gang) 'Cause what do you mean? None of them boy there bad Oboy's probably gay Why he always chat about man? Loose done dash with the wap Don't know how to feel about that I'm fucking dead Bitch, just stick to the rap
Writer(s): Joshua Josiah Malinga, Jonathan Kiyanga Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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