(intro)
Uhh yeah
Saw your girl like uhh, thought the back was yeah
Pull up!
(Chorus) (x2)
Them boy get crickets and yawns
Top boys get whistles and horns
Real Gs get whistles and horns
Hustlers get whistles and horns
Man dodged them thistles and thorns (man dodged that)
Too many pricks I'm bored
That get moved up like lickle man pawns
Man fried you lickle man prawns
And I come like Double you know it's me the kids are mad orn (Eugh eugh!)
Talk bout demon time Big Novelist grip him by horns
When it was live corn I never ducked I got in the right form
I can tеll these man are not surе
Supercats said nuff's gonna bore
And I can't trust no crowd of people no more
But I still came to the dance and tore (man tore that!)
I'll spin an MC round the block when I'm bored
(Chorus) (x2)
Them boy get crickets and yawns
Top boys get whistles and horns
Real Gs get whistles and horns
Hustlers get whistles and horns
These guys are ridiculous
But my man are certified and meticulous
Don't know what you think this is
But bring that stuff round here you get stitches
There's a war and if you're unaware then you better be prepared and handle business
Low-key figures I don't want peace I want the enemies out of business
Can't let the pagans influence anything that I have going on
My arm is strong
I'll embalm this don
Just another guy that thinks he can't be wrong
And if I refuse to eat understand that means I'm not new to beef
I've got the pagans losing sleep right now ain't the way that it used to be
(Chorus) (x2)
Them boy get crickets and yawns
Top boys get whistles and horns
Real Gs get whistles and horns
Hustlers get whistles and horns
When I say Nov, let that blow
Nov, Nov
When I say stop, let that blow
Stop, stop
When I say Nov, let that blow
Nov, Nov
When I say stop, let that blow
Stop, stop
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