[163Margs]
Just spotted a opp, tell the driver, "Stop"
Let me hop out the ride, I ain't tryna waste time
On the 'net, he was movin' all brave, but live in the flesh, I ain't lettin' him slide
Try-Try dash, catch up, get bored from behind
Sweets in the .9, tryna fill it with bine
Mask on face, I ain't tryna do time
Real life, know this is more than rhyme
Ayy, Miss, you look more than fine
Leng one, bad one, keep callin' my line (Sweet)
Seem like, she wanna be more than a friend
If that's true, then hold this skeng (Hold it)
Do you know that we roll with led?
Got sticks in the ride like the Polish men (Yeah, yeah)
Why'd you think that we dodge from the police-men?
Say you're on me, then show me then
[163Margs]
Fits get burned, and tools get cleaned
We slide on them, don't slide on we
Gliding where? Stop lyin', please
Feel like a game of hide-and-seek
We seek, and them boy hide
We tell facts, and them boy lie (We do)
We glide on them, them boy don't ride
Don't ask why I'm wid' it, I love my life
Fits get burned, and tools get cleaned
We slide on them, don't slide on we
Gliding where? Stop lyin', please
Feel like a game of hide-and-seek
We seek, and them boy hide
We tell facts, and them boy lie (We do)
We glide on them, them boy don't ride
Don't ask why I'm wid' it, I love my life
[Digga D]
Nerds wanna rap on drill and ain't done one drill
These guys ain't about this (Isn't it, isn't it)
Fuck what anyone says, we're the wildest
Their block ain't hot, it's the mildest (Hahahaha)
Niggas get cheffed, take pics in the hospital bed but then jump on the 'net and act childish
(Nigga's commentin' angry, we killed his friend)
The weakest guy is the loudest
Step, step, step, repetitive
Ten shootings last year, consecutive (Baow-baow)
Why the they act like they done that and never did?
Fuck my cousins, I hate my relatives
Search up, " shootin'," you will see a car filled up with bine (Bah, bah, bah)
Sixteen shots in his whip, we emptied the clip, tell me I'm lyin'
[163Margs]
Fits get burned, and tools get cleaned
We slide on them, don't slide on we
Gliding where? Stop lyin', please
Feel like a game of hide-and-seek (It does)
We seek, and them boy hide
We tell facts, and them boy lie (They do)
We glide on them, them boy don't ride
Don't ask why I'm wid' it, I love my life
Fits get burned, and tools get cleaned
We slide on them, don't slide on we
Gliding where? Stop lyin', please
Feel like a game of hide-and-seek (It does)
We seek, and them boy hide
We tell facts, and them boy lie (They do)
We glide on them, them boy don't ride
Don't ask why I'm wid' it, I love my life
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