Letras
Attention, attention
(Attention, attention, nigga)
This is a fucking Boroside production (Borosides)
LR, Eli, Jay Brill
Said I gotta do it
These niggas tell lies, and they cap in music
If he throw up the 2, then we gotta boom him
If we spin through the C, then we making movies
And we roll up that Quill when we spinning
I ain't asking the lord for forgiveness
For all of the sins I committed
And that dad hat be tact, when we bending
And these niggas can't cross Atlantic
Hop out the V, that's gon' make 'em panic
If I reverse the V, then we watch him vanish
And I'm 59 PT, better understand it
If he say he C-block, then that .40 dancing
If I ride through that Lot I leave, no one standing
And I walk in the spot and scream Whoopty (Whoopty!)
Throw up the Hat and salute me or shoot me
Tired of the politickin'
Said my name on a track, is you really spinnin'?
I put on for my Hat, call me Skottie Brimmin'
I told boy not to lack now his time is ticking like, Gang
Glizzy take a nigga out his Glo'
Ain't no fear in my heart and that's on bro
Head tap, if he Jacking HMO
Too tact, if he speak on bro he go
PrimeTime, yeah I scream Geronimo
Tryna catch a petey, that's a situation
Big dope to the face, like we straight Jamaicans
Pop-out on the stains, and I tell her shake it
I'm loving his chain, so I gotta take it
Kbrim told me chill cause I gotta make it
He sitting at home, what's his occupation
Nigga not tryna make him no bread
On point when I head to my destination
But I gotta keep 1 in the head
Ain't no Ciggy Black, but I'm paper chasing
I tell Leek boy, "don't aim for his leg"
Gotta let 'em know
Revolver do circles, he mention bro
I call Benzo too tact, he already know
Jay Aston BOROsides PT SG, and I'm nothing more
Rule number 1: Don't panic (dickhead!)