Lyrics
Jamma Beats
Fresh Money, baby
Bro put a box in draws, 35s and scores, phone man if you want that
Don't talk like you're bad, you ain't on that, combat, juice gon' spill like Cognac
Whip that shit, don't stop 'til I lock that, heard there's a mash on sale, man cop that
Verbal abuse is long, akh, stop that, back out the mash and drop that, shot that
If you want Buju, man got that, Ban and TT smash it and dot that, chop that
Countryside, where the gwops at, jump in pics, you ain't bro, man, crop that
No whip, then pedal bike risk it, he flipped it, back out my shank and dip it, ballistic
Push in my shank and twist it, pebs in cling, that's Oreo biscuits
Man's machine coming with lead, misch and mash for the bread
This grey ting's way too fast, bitch, pull up your drawers, I only want head
Man put dick down in her neck-neck, bore tongue, that's the best
Ejaculate in her mouth or pull out, ejaculate on her breast
In the field, I'm Air Force stepping
More time, I just smashed out packs in the ends
Right now, I'm tryna get this bread in
Get 'round there and ching man up like, anyting B get wetted
No face, no case and leathers, four door whip with serious members
My bro wanna lurk on opps so we go around there on a 125
Bro done whacked man's face with the longest blade tryna take man's eye
I heard that the opp boys ran with their shanks again and I weren't surprised
Creepz Sav ain't on piss, he raps that shit and he ran ten times
Packs on me, Rambz on me, push bike hitting them shoots
Peng gyal on man from the B, feeling me and MSkum, too
My bros ain't down for the stuntin', Digga D grab that dots and shoot
Us man ain't like them man, them man lie and we tell the truth
Gang
Like, free all my bros, soon touch road
How many times have I rid on Bush? Like one of them boys gotta go
Back out my ting and make man swim like ching man down on volts
Catch me a opp then stab up his head, then ten toes back to the Grove
Then ten toes back to the Grove
Friend of a opp is a opp, so I won't find a way to go burn that bridge