Lyrics
YPB: The Archive
YPB, bop (wash)
(F12)
(Kweng, Kwengface, baby)
(Ayoludo)
(Scratch mixed it)
We all know about - trips (Brr, brr)
That's why the feds try do me for - (lowe it)
The judge said, "Yuck" on my previous
Huh, I'm so mischievous (mad)
When I jumped out the ride and I cheffed up Loose
On my life, try do him up grievous (Di-di-di-di-di-di-di-dip)
I might jump on a flight to Greece with a sweet one (whoosh)
Do a quick destress
I'm a stepper whatever when I step in my hood
Got my strap and my wetter (for sure)
Put duct tape on the hand ting
Can't even lie, got no time for no leather (that's long cuz')
AMG on a Merc, two-litre and the seats come leather (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
The feds done said that I'm clever
'Cause I ain't snappin' my daily endeavors
I ain't no number two, but I'm bringing that heat like my name's Endeavor
On the strip with my hand ting, leave a man plankin'
Tell an old friend, "Don't mess up" (don't mess up)
Step on the strip, man's lettin' it rip
I swear that it's nuttin' but pressure
Real trap boy (brr), come to my bando, ten racks under the dresser
Look, gettin' nicked so much
I'm startin' to think that my house is bugged (woof)
Been in the cell for like 24 hours
Got bail and I swear on my life, I'm chuffed
Nuts, the life that I live is nuts
Bro-bro still tryna turn him to runtz (bap)
Don't lack on the block you dunce
When I slapped it, can't lie, man jump
Groupie seein' me on stage just shellin' it (woof)
Now, she thinks that I'm gone clear
Spent a two-and-a-half on this beater
Spent a Rack5 on my sweet one's Moncler (ayy, come 'ere)
Thick thighs, bubble butt, long hair (Oi)
I swear I got caught with my ex-ting, long
Huh, I shouldn't have gone there (ah, lowe it)
Bought me a new gun (a new gun)
Huh, lovely (lovely)