(Mikey)
Smokin' on 'em
Suwoo
(Gang, gang, gang, gang)
(Ay, Mizzy, turn me up)
Listen to this, I don't swing my fist
If I back my blade, you'll be swimmin' like a fish (Splash)
If I sight me an opp, he's gettin' ticked off the list
I'ma jump out the ride, see my right arm glitch (Uh-huh)
He got done with the flicks and kitch'
He weren't really movin', just a side twitch (Oh no)
This bando here is hot property, check the window
Is that undies comin' from the mist? (Who's there?)
This dinger is an old shape
You have to use arms to wind down the window (Wipe that)
But once it's down, I'ma rise this mop
And watch their whole block do the limbo (Bow)
I don't fist fight like Kimbo
I slice man's face, leave him covered in Vimto (Ching, ching)
They talk on the net, that's calm
But how many man got done in a Cinco? Suwoo
That's five in Spanish, how many man over there got yinged? (I don't know)
You don't wanna see me and gang in the ding'
Or feds gonna knock at your next of kin (Skrr, skrr, skrr)
Outrun Yevz, the chance is slim
He ain't got his phone, he's lettin' it ring (Goddamn)
I heard Mizz got shaved in his head
Atleast when he went heaven, he had a fresh trim
The hand ting holds 8, but this sponsor be bait
I'm only gonna slap off 6
I got 2 rambz in the 6
'Cah them man shit, I don't need no stick
Back my rambo and move Slick like Rick
Don't slip, don't trip, you'll end up in a rizz
I ain't proposin', I'm smokin'
Done him one knee, and I bun this prick
Big batty ting wan' wiggle it (Shake that, shake that)
If I buck me an opp, I'm chingin' it (Ching, ching)
If I buck me a cat, I'm hittin' it (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Swing my right hand and leave your right hand fidgetin' (Ah)
Break down a box, get rid of it (Uh-huh)
A-Kid flyin' birds, he's really killin' it (Brrt, brrt)
Them man, they're makin' songs
They're nuttin', but a pop group just like Little Mix (LOL)
Big batty ting wan' wiggle it (Shake that, shake that)
If I buck me an opp, I'm chingin' it (Ching, ching)
If I buck me a cat, I'm hittin' it (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Swing my right hand and leave your right hand fidgetin' (Ah)
Break down a box, get rid of it (Uh-huh)
A-Kid flyin' birds, he's really killin' it (Brrt, brrt)
Them man, they're makin' songs
They're nuttin', but a pop group just like Little Mix (LOL)
'Nuff man wan' talk about guns
Have you ever held a wap in your hand?
And we ain't buyin' no burgers
If we pop them doors near Zam's
Better run, don't J-O-G
When I J-O-G, that's Jump Out Gang
BA's on a killstreak, no COD
Get fried like COD when the wap's in his hand
If the dot-dot barks then the shells gonna take him (Grrt, grrt)
We're the reason that Camden's bakin' (Bow, bow)
You ain't left man twitchin' and shakin'
On the pavement 'cah your arm was wavin'
Bro-bro just billed up who?
(Mizz) With a bit of chip and I told him "Face it" (Woo)
I got a 3.5 off Culps and the gang that he reps
Some bad decision makin' (Brrt)
Put 2 in the dots, add 3, that's where we are goin' (Uh-huh)
I told bro "Don't wind on the window"
If they know Sus then they're gonna start blowin' (Where you goin'?)
If I buck me an opp, I'll approach him
Back out my shank, that's a serious soakin' (Ay, swing that)
Got my brownie moanin' and groanin'
I hit it from the back, now, her hands start rollin' (Tek this)
Rollin', rollin', where's all the Mizz? Let me roll him up (Woo)
Where's all the Culps? Let me roll him up (Woo)
Where's all the Gucc'? Let me roll him up (Woo-woo)
The opps them talk on us
But when we buck them, we soak them up (Woo)
And I ain't doin' no fraud (Su-su)
I'm in the back of the car, just loadin' up (Suwoo)
The way Sus swings his samurai
You would've thought that he was from China (Got there)
Suttin' got turned to a 9 bar
Then turned my nigga AR to a lifer (Ay, free AR)
She claims she a rider then she better put this pack inside her (True)
I was on the block with the gang (Grrt, grrt)
Tryna spit some fire, I ain't talkin' 'bout a cypher
Big batty ting wan' wiggle it (Shake that, shake that)
If I buck me an opp, I'm chingin' it (Ching, ching)
If I buck me a cat, I'm hittin' it (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Swing my right hand and leave your right hand fidgetin' (Ah)
Break down a box, get rid of it (Uh-huh)
A-Kid flyin' birds, he's really killin' it (Brrt, brrt)
Them man, they're makin' songs
They're nuttin', but a pop group just like Little Mix (LOL)
Big batty ting wan' wiggle it (Shake that, shake that)
If I buck me an opp, I'm chingin' it (Ching, ching)
If I buck me a cat, I'm hittin' it (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Swing my right hand and leave your right hand fidgetin' (Ah, Mikey)
Break down a box, get rid of it (Uh-huh)
A-Kid flyin' birds, he's really killin' it (Brrt, brrt)
Them man, they're makin' songs
They're nuttin', but a pop group just like Little Mix (LOL)
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