Woi, woii
Woah
GleeRrr
Rrrrrr
Konnichi wa
Let me shell this quick
Real life baddie, no basic bitch
Nah, I never been in no basic drip
When I enter the room, it's straight Khalas
'Cause I came with Fumez, I ain't talkin' gas
They claim they're real, never talkin' facts
Put a lid on that shit, that's what I call cap
BP up in the ride
Put your arms out, do the dance then slide
Bu-Bu-Bubble her up like Pepsi
Shake your bumper, then go on a glide (Ha)
These girls move like Jekyll and Hyde
Left two-facеd on my left-hand side (Yeah)
Now I got dеmons all in eyes
Their jaw too loose, all I hear is lies (Woah)
The fumes in the stu' come loud
Fuck the cloud, I'm plugged in
Put a one with the twenty, l'm a grown up now
Can't part take innah no dumb shit
Got no gloves on a hammer, don't touch it
Dem deh gyal leg spread like fungus (Ew)
Cover the eyes of young kids
When man's cheek and a ball tongue kiss
If anyone told you I love bang-bang
Don't mean gangland, they mean Barettas
Got holes, so I'm holdin' the wetters
I'm funny, I'm bunny, that's many vendettas
Got pain in my heart when I reminisce back
'Cause that gang had man that we'll never get back
I ain't got no friend that I wanna get back
Can't boss my ting like I forget that
Woi-woi, wave that toy and make a man freeze
Somethin' like black beetles
Bro's got no chill, he's evil
Dip man's face like a botox needle
Them man are just babies, feeble
Free M9, man, they got him on recall
See me, I don't fuck with people
I can't trust girls 'cause they're too deceitful
Told Fumez I'll do the female plugged in, but it's on If I buck up with S—
I don't want a repeat of Tiffany Calver's when I turned her red, tomato
I said don't leak that vid online 'cause I can't go back to a jail, bro
The only queen of the South that I know is that light skin girl from ClayCo
But I came back and I spun 'em like that
No gas, I lit up the place so fast
Where the wap? Hide that in the back
So no snitch come around here talkin' that wass
If you say that I'm borin', you're talkin' smack
L'Il get straight to the war ting, borin', man
See the way they ran, I caught it on cam
But I wasn't there, didn't know the plan
Uh, I'm your favourite rapper's rapper
Ain't in to no chitter chatter
Bitches runnin' their lips off
No make up when I slap a slapper
Ultra defender, ultra attacker
Bitches bend it like Beckham
I did more bootings than Kaka
Back to back like kappa
Sip my Maggie
Yes, I'm flashy
Dem man there too ashy
Piff like Cali
Dark like alleys
Yes, I'm the Blasian Baddie
What the fuck do you mean I'm buggin'?
Whole team tooled
But I ain't talkin' 'bout holdin' suttin'
Chill on back roads
And that means we cuttin
You grew up in stupid ends
You cap for your stupid friends
She wants to buck me and my sis
When we showed up, she didn't attend
I don't trust you, I ain't trustin' them
He told opps but he wants my friends
So now I'm on backroad loadin' skengs
Tryna get bro shot like Mice of Men
Tell a man go and get your get backs
Talkin' bare smack on my phone, just move
Me and Zandos, we're live in the cut
We're really plugged in in the stu' with Fumez
Madrina
De cocainia
They act like John Cena
I spun her like a ballerina
Conbierto en arina
Work en la Molina
Voy con La Nina
I got to push myself, got to raise the level
Every time that I settle for less, I can't settle
Got me up all night, bad dreams, I'm sweatin'
Gotta make sure I know the role I'm gettin
Brother on IPP, there's no release, should of called him Bronson
Don't you love your victim gettin' that CPR and there's no responses?