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Ayo, hey
Brumtown to the West Side, we let corn fly
Beatin' off bare 'bine
Ayy, grrt
Real shooters
Bro said "Come", say no more, say less
Sm1, man, drop two latex
Best friend Weston, yes, let's make mesh
Chef them, chef them, blood on the payment (wet 'em up, wet 'em up)
I don't why-, he lied, this- guy
I put a wap to his head (brrt)
You should've saw the way- cried
The engine light just come up on the dash
Bro askin', "What's wrong?" Ain't no vehicle expert
Used to make girl come over in the mornin'
When she ask, "Where?", I say "A quick adventure" (it's cool)
Need more nine milli' dentures (baow)
Bro, don't run man, must be the leg work (baow)
Old MSG, just breathe like Skechers
Put my shoes on and breeze interceptors (woi-oi)
You tried makin' a drink, it was gone in a blink
You know we got Nesquik (take that)
If I pull up on opps and MM shootin' a vid
I ain't movin' selective (yo take that)
Four-four corners affective
Won't leave sweets on the scene for detectives (boop-boop)
If the camera man get smoked, that's his own fault
But that weren't the objective
More time I don't even send out a text
'Cah Lyca Mobile's tryna limit man's usage (brr)
While in den I was sendin' the red man
I free filter live, bitch, I grab mans movin' (got him)
It's mad 'cah my brownin's clueless
Said, "What's with the petrol?"
I just done a bootin'
I just laugh to myself on the sly
We know what you're on, there's no need to prove it (haha)
Yo, where's the chorus?
We don't need no chorus
Pull down the .45, lift up the Taurus
We got a 1-4-1 like some unknown callers, lol
Pick up your borers
They need to open saunas
The bleach did eat up my skin like ogres
Man still take the risk like Tallerz
Jamaican ting, let the food just flush