Risks

[Intro: FXLLEN] (9k in the cut) Yeah Risk it Risk it Nah we don't do chocolate biscuit Six girls in a line and I’ve got 'em all twerking Big batty, jheeze, how you work it (Jheeze) I like big payments (Stack) And I like sweet flavours (Aye) [Chorus: FXLLEN] Aye Risk it Risk it (Yeah) Nah we don't do chocolate biscuit (Nah) Six girls in a line and I’ve got 'em all twerking Big batty, jheeze, how you work it (Jheeze) I like big payments (Stack) And I like sweet flavours (Yeah) Don't come 'round here 'Cause you're gonna cheffed up, put in the papers Your boys got put in a spliff And I smoke that, lovely The feds just circled thе block I hope that they don't touch me (Fuck 'еm) My bro got the wap in his bag Better watch your back (Ching) Dip Dip Splash Inject it Twist it back, back Yeah And I know a couple guys on the road sell crack Ding-dong whipper Big man killer Where’s my drilla? Yeah Do my ting, go back to the flats Yeah Do my ting, go back to the trap [Verse: ericdoa] Yeah, ayy Doing my thing and go back to the trap I’m in Manhattan, I'm lit like a match Call of Duty, way I chop through the map Facts That boy, he get put in the pack [?] service, that boy is a rat Tell me your area, what do you jack? Not playing for any of these bozos His main bitch on my dick, take a photo O.T. Genasis, wrist with the coco Post a white girl in the middle of Soho Damn NASCAR race, way I pass ’em GPS, boy, the way that we tracked him Adding bullets to the clip, I'm subtracting Tell the truth, never capping FXLLEN chinging bare yutes like the captain Bodies falling and they asking what happened British bitch and she tell me I'm smashing (Smashing) [Chorus: FXLLEN] Aye Risk it Risk it (Yeah) Nah we don't do chocolate biscuit (Nah) Six girls in a line and I’ve got 'em all twerking Big batty, jheeze, how you work it (Jheeze) I like big payments (Stack) And I like sweet flavours (Yeah) Don't come around here 'Cause you're gonna cheffed up, put in the papers Your boys got put in a spliff And I smoke that, lovely The feds just circled the block I hope that they don't touch me (Fuck 'em) My bro got the wap in his bag Better watch your back (Ching) Dip Dip Splash Inject it Twist it back, back Yeah And I know a couple guys on the road sell crack Ding-dong whipper Big man killer Where's my drilla? Yeah Do my ting, go back to the flats Yeah Do my ting, go back to the trap