[Verse 1: Jaymin]
You remind me of your mum that was back in the house
From the emotional war which was back of the house
When you hit me with the jet ski, briskly, risked me, dissed me that was back of the house
Got back from free-styling, whiling
I was styling, mild vim with this freestyle whiling
No bi like me then you niggas dey so
We connected by forces of this freestyle howling
That hall of fame you'll lose your fame
Even though I walk in your hall of fame
Rain if you niggas Come through run you
We got geez in this hour purple
We surrounded in this circumference
We stay in the power circle
Bless all niggas tryin' live in our circle
Bless all niggas tryin' to kill us in our circle
You make the bond tighter than a fresher pussy
If y'all love us let me see your deuces
Niggas get mad I'll drain your juices
See this series no doubt we originals
But we two tho
Niggas feel tho
Killing fake friends and it infinity in a row
We ruling niggas
The mace our mic y'all get it niggas I'm B-Kay
[Hook: DJ Kwamzy]
Shop, shop, shop to the babes
Chaley we be real niggas
Trap, trap, trap to the hook
Chaley we be real niggas
Man no dey face me
Man no dey face me now
Man no dey face me
Man no dey face
Shop, shop, shop to the babes
Chaley we be real niggas
Trap, trap, trap to the hook
Chaley we be real niggas
Man no dey face me
Man no dey face me now
Man no dey face me
Man no dey face
[Verse 2: Av.J]
Glory to the Lord
Glory to the Lord
I'm saying this when we finish at the finish line
I've been feeling we pretty finished with the time line
And if you ever get the lost call the help line
I'm at the last stop
With the tables turning over
With the war zone when we shoot and capture
And we're all lost like we hit the rapture
And we break loose like we got a fracture
You should correct my last word
It ain't all off till we get dead
And we could all spin a gold thread
I'm bossed off
Glory to the Lord, when I'm from above
We ran away with the bars, I'm lawless
I'm so high in the sky, I'm flawless
And we passed the test, More paper talkin'
With the rapping, my realest niggas
We pull the trigger
My index and my middle finger
I'm killing this shit all day
With the base stomping
I got the will
I'm hancocking
All the way with the mass murders
Appearing with the poof
I'm killing this shit all day
[Hook: DJ Kwamzy]
Shop, shop, shop to the babes
Chaley we be real niggas
Trap, trap, trap to the hook
Chaley we be real niggas
Man no dey face me
Man no dey face me now
Man no dey face me
Man no dey face
Shop, shop, shop to the babes
Chaley we be real niggas
Trap, trap, trap to the hook
Chaley we be real niggas
Man no dey face me
Man no dey face me now
Man no dey face me
Man no dey face
