Lyrics
Like kway back was licking off dots
Licking off shots
Light and green stuffed in my sock
It gwan Niger in my sock
She from Niger she a bop
She give tun tun and then slop
Clart the nyash up and then bop
For the bread would out of town bop
Like GWR for the prof
Kitchen, Mitchell Ronnie and Rox
Not leaving till the shit locks
Dish to the fiends they screaming out "Bosh"
Got the nitties on mosh
I'm chiefing ganja like Tosh
UK spicy ting but she posh
She from east end she make dosh
Your bitch on my dick
She swallows it she don't spit
My wrist on slitt
No Audimer on my wrist put the shit on might fuck up and itch
I don't find it a coincidence lock arf nuff people now I'm just rich
I'm stable not that rich but on my feet I got ricks
This 45 moving naughty it turn you Morty, no Rick
This loaded nine like my shorty she move sporty after one flick
And I spent half of my life up the states now I code switch
And I spent half of my life only with blades now I got switch
And I spent half of my life poor now I'm money making like mitch
This money taking 'yo bitch
I know nice guys finish last imma have to pass boy I'm not Hitch
And I'd fucking slide but I'm more than fine but my goth bitch lowkey a witch
Generational curse him
Generational curse him (X2)
Ying splash and dispersing
Ying splash and dispersing (X2)