Ying

(Handz Beatz on the slap)

Step with a fling (flingy)

My young will step with the ying (yang)

Shotgun, step with a limp (limp)

We got one, left with a grin (huh)

Rum, I ain't drinkin' gin (no)

And this corn ain't pinchin' skin (baow)

Somebody get him a Riz' (Riz')

Somebody get him a chip

Yo, careful how you snap with the Barbies (deaf)

All we need is a drop and a car key (yoom)

Ruin that function, Coi Leray, there'll be no more parties

Aim for the face and any artery

Rapper, trapper, slapper partly

We wasn't bangin', I beg your pardon

Had about four in my man's garden

Had about five at bro's (bro's)

No name, but the guys all know (shh)

Next freed, I was up the road (there)

All week, I'm risin' poles (risin')

Tryna turn suttin' dusty, see us in dusty clothes

Had to call bro up for the MAC with the toe, was the touch and go (Goin', shh)

Hands off, man, I hardly see the pack (pack)

I'm too old to be wrappin' white (white) then again, I like Pete & Bas (huh)

Fish in the water, bringin' it back

With someone's daughter in Nov or Hakk

Broccoli, mash, and a fillet bass

Step with a fling (flingy)

My young will step with the ying (yang)

Shotgun, step with a limp (limp)

We got one, left with a grin (huh)

Rum, I ain't drinkin' gin (no)

And this corn ain't pinchin' skin (baow)

Somebody get him a Riz' (Riz')

Somebody get him a chip

He wanna play in offence, actin', but you know that you ain't with it though

But for all that dance in the videos, we're gonna send man physio

First time I seen the bruckback felt like England hopin' to bring her home

Shell case pop out, gotta get rid of those, rid of those

I ain't got no patience, pray for the paigons

It's blatant their faith ain't workin'

Four dems in the sky, maybe five give or take, they're hurtin'

Mind these bullets, the old lady passed

I ain't with that shit, you better duck or be fast

It ain't bands, just bine that makes them dance

Give a fuck about breaks their heart

S-T told me I should practice deen

Same day I seen and splashed his bean

House him off thirty, his hands are clean

Peewee's just a marksman, we ain't got beams

He was on Live 'til we put him on mute, now there's a Section 60

All because of the sixty missed me

We can talk present and history

Step with a fling (flingy)

My young will step with the ying (yang)

Shotgun, step with a limp (limp)

We got one, left with a grin (huh)

Rum, I ain't drinkin' gin (no)

And this corn ain't pinchin' skin (baow)

Somebody get him a Riz' (Riz')

Somebody get him a chip

Step with a fling (flingy)

My young will step with the ying (yang)

Shotgun, step with a limp (limp)

We got one, left with a grin (huh)

Rum, I ain't drinkin' gin (no)

And this corn ain't pinchin' skin (baow)

Somebody get him a Riz' (Riz')

Somebody get him a chip