Laughing Stock Remix

Par—par—par—par—party done

Before they played, it's like candy

Now they're out pourin' Brandy (It's like candy, it's pourin')

Big Boothe and Little Boothe got hit

Same SIG, that's a sour family (Bap, bap)

Both got slapped at functions

Neck and head, handguns come handy (Bap, bap)

When this mash starts dumpin' (Look)

Better take cover or turn into athletes (Brr, brr)

GB, I smoke him a lot (I'm high)

Shout out the opps, been put in a box (I'm high)

Dappz, I smoke him a lot (I'm high)

Nathan, I smoke him a lot (I'm high)

Loosescrew got chinged in a shop (Woo)

If I see me a Spartan, pass me the knock (Woo, woo)

You can't give them **** (Glah) the drop (Bap)

They're turnin' it up (Bap), turnin' it up (Bap, bap)

Funny how we the laughin' stock (Woo)

Someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops (Grr, grr)

They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not)

Handguns like Glocks

How they still pullin' up (Woo)

Tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap, bap)

They know the gang's charged a lot (Glah)

So they want us charged and locked (Glah, bap, and locked)

Funny how we the laughin' stock

Someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops (Grr, grr)

They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not)

Handguns like Glocks

How they still pullin' up (Ayy) tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap)

They know the gang's charged a lot

So they want us charged and locked (Grr, grr)

Tryna draw man out, tryna get (Allow it) some clout

But you know that we'll take it further (Ayy, ayy)

And no, we don't do up the clout (Nope), man, we'll do up your family

You can go ask Earna (Brr, brr)

Bro's out with the packs and potions

No cell site so he hid that burner (True)

Possession of a firearm (Charge)

But true say the feds couldn't find that turner

(Glah, bap, bap, bap, my guy)

My ting said the street shit makes me paro (Woo)

If I see me an opp, it's go time (Dip—dip—dip)

Swingin' my sword like my name's Jack Sparrow (Dip—dip—dip, dip—dip)

I'm an African pirate

My bro got touched, I'm ridin'

Spin ting spin, let me bruck that python (Woo)

Gyalie on me like my rammy on me, that bitch enticin' (Come here)

Aim at head tops when we squeeze (Bap, bap)

They got back, gave bro a leg shot

Was a two two dotts so it could've been a BB (That's mean)

He still out here knee deep (Ayy)

.32 holds six, that's light

But the .9 eats way more sweets, it's greedy (Bap, bap)

Paid bread for the skeng and teeth

But man still hand that corn as freebies

Still get slapped with your mash (Bap)

That line ain't mine, I was quotin' Krash (Bap, boom)

'Cah they dropped Billy

But we slapped (Baow) suttin' from Traps (Baow)

Last thing that he saw was a flash (Grrt, bah)

Every year (Boom), there's a BBQ there

Not this one (Yeah) though, yo, I wonder why (Yeah)

Want another to die? (Bine) Just do it

I dare you (Baow), I'll pull up and spray up (Baow) the 9, grrat

Funny how we the laughin' stock

Someone gets slapped (Bah) and the laughin' stops (Bu—bu)

They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not)

Handguns like Glocks

How they still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap, boom)

They know the gang's charged a lot (Bah)

So they want us (Bah) charged and locked (Bah, boom)

Funny how we the laughin' stock

Someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops (Boom)

They blame us, if we asked

It's not (It's not, it's dead)

Handguns like Glocks

How they still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap)

They know the gang's charged a lot

So they want us charged and locked (And locked)

Fucka yuh, suck yuh mada

There's bare bine up in the studio

You know

(ES, is that you)

(Likkle Dotz)

As soon as man step in

I didn't even get a "Hello"

Man just got "Kweng, come"

Hella hammers

Can't say London niggas ain't live

Mandem's live

(ES, is that you)

Machines, sub—machines

Hammers, we're live

(Likkle Dotz)

Grr