179 Deli

[Intro: Lydia Kitto] Stay with me, for the ride Stay with me, for the ride [Verse 1: Bas] You niggas slip and slide, better pick a side Bentley GT, see me with your bitch inside I'm a petty nigga, I got vicious pride Rollie meteorite, we on different time I run with gorillas, nigga, still I get the lion's share My hustle keep multiplying my career I've never been one for crying tears That'd be absurd, I don't know how to cry, I'm Amber Heard I'm always kinda high, you haven't heard? Please, do not bother mine 'causе these brothers minе Not the kinda guys to have a word You are the kinda guy that's on a shirt, damn R.I.P., you were the kinda girl to make it work Baby, you're all I need Give me a night, you just need me in your life Water, tequila and Pedialyte, Tiffany diamonds, ebony, ivory Baby girl, that's what I see in your life Right, you must be high as a James Webb Please, do not speak my name up on the low 'Cause Bassy heard all of them things said "He cool but he outside too much and everything" I'm not on the scene, I am the scene I can't poli with no thottie love You the brokest bitch I ever seen, next I'm on these fuck-niggas heads, too All you dick-sucking clique-jumping niggas in my ear Tryna spit something I ain't tryna hear bitch Y'all in the red too, off with his head too Don't run, nigga, arm and a leg too Squad-type mental, judgmental, yeah [Chorus: Bas] Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy 179 Deli, 179 Deli Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy 179 Deli, 179 Deli Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy 179 Deli, 179 Deli Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy 179 Deli, 179 Deli [Bridge: Lydia Kitto] Stay with me, for the ride [Verse 2: AJ Tracey] Yo Brother, step aside, better pick a side I been deep in life when I'm in the ride Feeling healthy, man, I'm fully live So it's funny how my doors are suicide I mean, ayy, fuck your party, can't relate Better never than late Grew up on the darkest days Still I gotta spread light and stay great Bas, my nigga, come and turn it up All these baddies and they’re tryna fuck Punchin' numbers, tryna hurt the clock Not a farmer, but I push a dirty truck Catch me in the back, lean With the baddest lil' vibe and What she wearing obscene I'm just tryna see her on me Play the game like Henry Larry Bird, I'm on green London City, I've been in this shit And I've been kicking hits 'til the speakers rip All my denim's Japanese Motherfucking blue Benjie's in my jeans Putting niggas, they're diseased I ain't got move, I ain't got sneeze [Chorus: Bas] Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy 179 Deli, 179 Deli Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy 179 Deli, 179 Deli Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy 179 Deli, 179 Deli Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy 179 Deli, 179 Deli