Slap on my mask & gloves
Don’t talk too much, tell ya brodie shush
Why you wanna chat so loud & let man know
That we’re in this bush
Tryna jump out & juck
But if man run gotta back this whoosh
Mad how man think they’re bad
That’s madness show em how badness looks
If I’m clartin this one
I can get man from far with this one
Last cd I weren’t charging calm ting
Cool tho I’m charging this one
I like a good girl with tits on
Brain in her head but shawtys a thick one
No homo Simpson
I like my dick with a pretty girls lips on
Me I smoke on giraffe pussy
I know it’s sounds mad that’s the name of the bud
Man spit bars, say greeze, say cheese
Cah them mans laming it up
They ain’t push blade in a tug
No foundation just making it up
Her face she’s caking it up
Your road I'm taping it up
Don’t get blazed through ya hood
If Kane undertakes thats blazing a wood
I don’t think thеy understand
My man’s name is the namе of the bud
Side of my best friends ride on glides
Does that make me a scrub?
Don’t try play me ya dumb
Got no paper, I got paper ya done
Step out, get two Fanta
I ain’t Santa I’ll sleigh me a cunt
Talk on my name are they skunked?
Like say I ain’t push that blade in a lung
Love for his mum & dad thats facts
But I’ll still blaze me a son
Aunty I pray for ya son cause
I don’t wanna have to make prey of ya son
8th of the grade & blade on me
Get in my range & ya done
Merch sales waiting on me
Thats re-up & paper to come
Gyal wanna stay & play
At the end of the day I got straight to the fun
I meant straight to the funds
Better have my doe by the 8th of the month
Shorty only give me cheek or lips
When she’s throating the dick
She knows I like it sloppy
Choke on the spit while I’m smoking a spliff
Don’t tell me about my ex
I ain’t pressed, I’m over the bitch
Gyal wanna move so vile
Black bile, I'm overly sick
We was some wild kids
Gyal say I’m childish
Just cah she got kicked off the roster
Cause her pumpum did smell like fish
I don’t chat p’s but look pal
I ain’t broken but I sure ain’t rich
I’m tryna breed up a good gyal
But I tell slags I don’t want no kids