Letras
I-I-I-I-I love—
Bad one she's Brazilian
Hold this wap no talk no fidgeting
Money on the road like TG Miliian
Choke on this blade like he just ate cinnamon
Any opp boy I see I'm drilling them
Glide on the opp's 10 toes get rid of them
Everyone knows the TP's billing them, grilling them
Back this blade move diligent
Bad one she's Brazilian
Hold this wap no talk no fidgeting
Money on the road like TG Miliian
Choke on this blade like he just ate cinnamon
Any opp boy I see I'm drilling them
Glide on the opps 10 toes get rid of them
Everyone knows the TP's billing them, grilling them
Back this blade move diligent
I had the big blade in my hand whilst running him down
I had the opp boys snitching
I push my ZK in him, screaming out bill him
I make sure the rambo's in him
T Boy with the kitchen Uncle E
With the big ting circle around on a quick ting
Two dot dots in the ride and a spin ting see an opp boy from far -
Doctor who, he can't save you, back this dot if I'm on to you
A-rab there with a full .42, Ish got the mic and you know that's true
Blaze with the blade so you can't come through
Slide in the Nizz hands up don't move
Slide in the Nizz hands up don't move
Any opp boy I see I shave
For a bro man back that blade
When I scored that point, I don't celebrate
Anonymous drills we don't need no fame
Gang link up then slide for your mates
Smoke squad jump out bang all day
I didn't tap once when I let that spray
And it weren't no paint that's a red estate
Why the opps try rap they're lying
Try say the gang ain't riding
Why do you think that them man ain't sliding
They don't want death but I said it's all timing
Hands in the air pale face they're miming
Back that Glock try aim at eye lids
Back that Glock try aim at
Where's your right hand when the beefs intense
Hiding, he don't want to meet his death
Lying, he don't want to rise that skeng
Teeth in the dots and the ramz won't bend
Two shotguns in the ride we're riding
Where's your friend, guess what we can't find him
Get punched up in jail like Tyson
Then do a drill and lay low from trident
They say that I'm too much to handle
Now I'm out here fashion week like bangles
If not, then I'm grabbing the handle
Play that juice gone spill like tango
Then ghosty out the scene to the bando
Jump on the beat shell it off like Blanco
Jump on the beat shell it off like Blanco
On the glide with bro we're twinning
Two waps up got my fingers twitching
Turnpike Lane ain't bros they're siblings
Touch one of mine that's gloves and kitchens
Mask on face cause the opps are snitching
Ask your mate how he got them stitches
Them man act like they've seen some piglets
Me and bro went from rags to riches
You thought I was joking like Kevin
No big man that's straight in your heart
Send an opp boy straight up to heaven
Spinner on E, could've blammed his clart
19 plates so I gotta press start
Gotta press these runts tryna act all hard
Talk too much man will like that blast
Talk too much but they hide in yards
I got too much love for my section
Touch on a man and get sent up heaven
With the 7 don't bend like Beckham
Straight in your back two times like Desmond
That is something that he will never mention
Never rid once in the T no question, no
Never rid once in the T no question
Bro puts dots on heads like acne
Sadly, I got him to quick that's splashy
Cali, put him in a zoot I'm happy
Smoke that shit to my lungs in the passy
Bad B came round here like a barbie
Tappy aim that shit to the heart please
Roll in threes, did it in jeans
Gimme the drop and I'll rob man's trees
Bad one she's Brazilian
Hold this wap no talk no fidgeting
Money on the road like TG Miliian
Choke on this blade like he just ate cinnamon
Any opp boy I see I'm drilling them
Glide on the opps 10 toes get rid of them
Everyone knows the TP's billing them, grilling them
Back this blade move diligent
Bad one she's Brazilian
Hold this wap no talk no fidgeting
Money on the road like TG Miliian
Choke on this blade like he just ate cinnamon
Any opp boy I see I'm drilling them
Glide on the opps 10 toes get rid of them
Everyone knows the TP's billing them, grilling them
Back this blade move diligent
Free the gang, free Fire, free Prezy
Free Bills, free Eddie, free Mas
I-I-I-I-I love Chris Rich