My Crew (Woooo)

This goes out to all my Mile End friends and my Parc Ex connects

All the kids in Little Italy, the punks in St-Henri

Plateau bros and the crew in the 'Deeg

'Cause you know when I do it, you know I do it with ease

Made some moves with my music, you got a couple degrees

Might see me using maneuvers, I got a few up my sleeve

Become so fluent and ruthless, so underground, in the sewers

Like Das EFX with my set, my sound progression is proven

You think it's all an illusion, must be the booze you're consuming

Talking shit with your clique, but when all alone, it's confusion

Acting like Beefcake Brutus when typing on your computer

Give you losers a bruising until you need a transfusion

My niggas don't run when it pop off

Might rock camo when the cops stop

Might cop a Lambo with the drop top

Make ya jaw drop, white hoe with a crop top

Better make like smoke with your potshots

In the hot spots, fall off, nigga, not that

Want me to stay poor? Nigga, stop that

Better fall back, head to the toe wearing all black

My crew like

Wooooooooo

My crew like

Wooooooooo

Thanks to Kaytranada, my bass is harder

Now the fakes don't bother to diss

Gotta thank my mama cause she made me stronger

When I had to deal with that shit

Let me teach you math, I stand and deliver

I'm wavy baby like I ran through a river

My drank is tasty, it pass through my liver

Take your lady, she asked me get her

Little feller, I'm a big black nigga

A little fetti, retro Hilfiger

Hit it better, you're no big swinger

I'm a real veteran, you're an unknown figure

I'm really clever, got my shit together

I'm on the top in this endeavor

If you're picking me up, I need a Benz or better

Tinted windows, seats filled with leather

Scented incense, eucalyptus pepper

Got a crew of bad bitches like this was Heathers

I'm Rollie, homie, my wrist is metal