[Part I]
[Intro]
Ten mob
Ekayy made this
[Verse 1: KayyKayy]
Still takin' trips where they lost their homie (We used to lurk)
Used to jump out cars, no need to reverse it
Purge it, skate from the police (Skrr)
I weren't lonely, I did that shit four deep
If I slide through estates, put a name to your face, I'mma shoot like Tony
With Kaz talkin' my little friend
My daughters in the ride, talkin' My Little Pony
Zee said, "Don't give no verb' on the net"
I laughed, like, "Come on, my showski"
Brodie got that block lit just like a saiyan
These bells woulda got down Broly (Bubush)
This brown and peng wanna know me
Her caramel friend wanna be my trophy
Shoulda done that shit in my Nike Air Fleece
Really burnt my Goose and Stoney (Fuck)
Accomplished drillings, no aborted missions
Still run up in traps just to see these funds (That's facts)
Rise that Glock, get bun or stay with the .9 like Kojo Funds (You know)
Circle flats, can't see no opps on the map, but I see Times 1
Times 2 said, "Why they gotta lie 'bout the golden boot?"
Not if I got the golden glove
[Verse 2: ND]
Bells come fat, Big Narstie
Step in the 2, leave everythin' nasty (Splash)
Step in the vibe, Bully B got bine
Be nice, 'cah gang love lockin' off parties (Bow)
G-check yutes, don't care if I'm rude
ND needs to know if you're good like Lani
Splashed up Nattz in front of his barbie
Insert that and twist like car keys
Wish I had mine when Ramz got slapped
Gang put a boy to sleep, LOL, donny had more than a nap (Dead)
Bones gon' crunch like Pringles (Ching)
I see donny just got his hair done
Spin it and fling it at my man singles (Bow)
Really tryna leave man crippled (Bow)
Folks don't know how to bruck that dots
Ay, pass it my nigga, it's simple
Didn't your friend get slapped by the pistol?
I was in the kwayest spot, no pimple 'til I got put in a cell, no sickle
[Verse 3: Bully B]
My runner got nicked with my pack and a Rambo
So he's in the bando scrapin' prof'
He put the whole thing under the water
Now I'm at the Pyrex, savin' Josh
Bully B, I took L's but I made it back
You ain't really in the trap if you ain't takin' loss
Twelve wraps for a 9 of yola
No mediocre youngest boss
In the 9 where four got shanked
So I gotta give thanks to my window smasher
Mumzy still tryna ask what I do
I told her "I'm a full time rapper"
If only she knew I was servin' kits
And leanin' out whips with a loaded hammer
Buck feds, discharge these bells
I ain't goin' back jail with Sparkz and Salah
[Part II]
[Verse 1: Bully B]
This wap gettin' rose like Amber
No banter if I press this heater
What you know about 5-man glides?
Man lean out the ride, 4-door, two litre
Federales tryna stop this beamer
Gave the nina to my caramel diva
.44 in my hand like Lisa
Turn the Tina, let it sing, Dua Lipa
Shotgun spread, you can catch this fever
Add thems K's you can feel this fire
This spin ting got range like Rover
Flings my shoulder and burn my attire
Tell a sweet one "Come lock this fryer"
I'll collect it when I pattern a buyer
Man shoot, Van Persie
Want mercy? Best ask the Messiah
Bro-bro just phoned my Samsung, on a random "Let's spill some juice"
Bully B, I don't play no duck-duck-goose
Best duck if I crash this corn at your bruce
They ain't done more drills then man
Them man only good for the verbal abuse
If it's 2020 and you ain't pierced no skin, throw your bars in the bin
And get out the booth
[Verse 2: ND]
ND, I don't play no games
I don't play no games like Nintendo Switch
I'll air this blick for J
Man won't stop till the blick goes click
He was gang but now he switched
Oh well, I ain't gonna cry like a bitch
My old friend turnt into a snitch
Snake, what can I say?
Blast my man out his Jays
If you think you could still be addin' a K
This one sound like grenades
Bones gon' break if it hits your mates
Free Trill wicked, free Shotty Shane
I get nicked, I don't say no names
She said that the (22) boys are lame
He didn't die, got me thinkin' "How?"
Bow, this corn is loud
I pray that this corn here hits man's scalp
D1, my slime, my pal, gimme the ting, I'ma slide right now
This blue foot came from South
She left my block with kids in her mouth
My old friend turnt into a mouse, two in the dots don't piss me off
I'ma rise this one and bring it around
I see my man droppin' them Ls
He don't even know, I'm outside of his house
Four-door pull up, my back door bussed
The way that they leave their friends, so foul
This bouffins licked, how dare she think I'ma make this one my spouse
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