[Intro]
I hate Summer, I hate Summer
I can't bring the walk to Poland
[?] fuck it
Huh
[Verse]
I can't bring the walk to Poland got Policja in my sprite
I can't bring the walk to Poland got Policja in my sprite
I hate flying back to London, cause' gotta leave my pipe
Boy don't get it twisted, I'm not lacking I'll still use my knife
Huh, wet him up
Huh, huh, wet him up
Splash him up
Wet him up
Splash him up
Wet him up
I can tell you niggas ain't got cash you gassed bout' VETEMENTS
I don't wanna smoke you niggas don't want miss you with my runtz
Ya'll niggas ain't a pack, ya'll some Grabba
I say [?] fuck a [?] give me free Prada
My Spanish bitch drive the dually truck off the [?]
You talkin' shit we fuck around get you wacked up like Piñata
This dumbass leach my energy she won't get nada'
Like brand new blick that's new artillery like an armada
Like ¿Qué lo que? aim at your brain, aimin' at your [?]
[?] like suck your mother
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