[Chorus: Tim Vocals] Hop out, do you Everyday wait up on my side, let the gun boom Growing up without my pops, live by gun rules At the club tryna line up in the jungle Hop out, do you Everyday wait up on my side, let the gun boom Growing up without my pops, live by gun rules At the club tryna line up in the jungle
[Verse 1: Ocean Wisdom] Yo, look He's too late, haffi cook 'im in the fryer (cook 'im in the fryer) He spent all his drug money on attire Hopped out, did him and I admired, but The Moncler got caught on the barbed wire (evidence) I been up all night with the shakes Niggas still pulled up at least 25 minutes early in a wraith, I'm bulletproof Gang just had to pattern up for the papes, like "what it do" None o' my niggas can't ever make it to the States, why? Ca we rude Four foreigns, three in France, one in the UK - free of charge And in the boot lays real arms that'll cause Lupe a fiasco (woo woo) That was stupid at a cashpoint Who's friends with dat boy? (fuck sake) Did you tek it from dat boy? (tsk) Then who's waitin' for dat boy? (awww..) Brilliant Well done kid, brilliant Great idea, peelin' him for testin' your resilience (cluck cluck) You're an idiot (fuck sake) You coulda made millions (trust) You shoulda done anything except hoppin' out and killin' him
[Chorus: Tim Vocals] Hop out, do you Everyday wait up on my side, let the gun boom Growing up without my pops, live by gun rules At the club tryna line up in the jungle Hop out, do you Everyday wait up on my side, let the gun boom Growing up without my pops, live by gun rules At the club tryna line up in the jungle
[Verse 2: Ocean Wisdom] Listen, Jordan was some other nigga that I grew with Told me not to do it But then it was boredom Well in desperation I was robbin' niggas, and they knew it Look at these complexities in life that you just gotta run wid fam tru It's not always about tryna quick fix everything, sometimes you work through it It's one o' dem things in life init, gunfingers wid my niggas Reasonably priced dingers, trap house noodles in five minutes True I put food there in my village You sir, are my apprentice Scoot this inside, init (do it) That's where you hide pingers Take this for your enemies and when you ching him wid it twist it in 'im And his organs gonna turn to pieces like we splittin' brisket at a civil dinner To the left of 'im you'll hit the liver, if you wanna kill him dip him in the solarplexus But my nigga really be prepared for murder if you lunging things at niggas so aggressive I said "Woah woah woah." Bro slow your roll Y'all want no kill Kill ain't gettin' you mils And I know you want that meal (true) You don't wan' live in jail (true) Hold back when you spill Lil nigga chill, lil nigga chill (please)
[Chorus: Tim Vocals] Hop out, do you Everyday wait up on my side, let the gun boom Growing up without my pops, live by gun rules At the club tryna line up in the jungle Hop out, do you Everyday wait up on my side, let the gun boom Growing up without my pops, live by gun rules At the club tryna line up in the jungle
[Outro: Tim Vocals & Ocean Wisdom] Hop out, do you Nice guy let the gun boom My gun pops, see my gun rules Line up in the jungle
Yeah, dem might hate ca' they flop I'm the only one that made it to this spot And I still remain a stand-up nigga Stand up nigga (Yah!)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
