Ugh Ayy Get back, get back SJ Marvelous works, excellent whoosh, we do drills and keep it shush I still can't work it out, why this lighty's moving stush I got the maddest sloppy top, but she never freed up that tush Hopping out of rides on them, they push and hop in bush
Verbal, verbal, this verbal ting is long They're just upset that we stay on top, they're just upset that their bredrin's gone We get back like King Von, two opps, it's copped, we get that gone Two opp boys dropped, it's getting long They tried drillin' on us but they're doing it wrong
I know they heard a lot about us We pulled up and them man duss Done already creep with things and stuff JB's on point, he'll let that buss Big and bad, get mixed with dust Gyal and jakes so my hands in cuffs A lot of beef on my plate, we handle 'nuff So there's tape on the handle, try and pull up They can't handle it, two hands on the 3, we strangle it She can't manage it, I pushed it deep and I angled it The GB's pull up to functions, see man freeze, no mannequin On rise, no panicking, bro got years, drug trafficking
Verbal, verbal, this verbal ting is long They're just upset that we stay on top, they're just upset that their bredrin's gone We get back like King Von, two opps, it's copped, we get that gone Two opp boys dropped, it's getting long They tried drillin' on us but they're doing it wrong
Shove up, shove up and squeeze up, 'bout five man's gotta get in this whip They get up, get up and breeze off, bro's got the burger that's filled with chips No cap, they doin' this but they act a fool like Ludacris (I picked up tools and went on tour, that's normal shifts) Little man with his shavers out, young boy ain't no normal kid All that hype, I know you love it, until you get hit If it weren't by me, it was probably Snoop, if it weren't by Snoop it was King Yella, sound of the drum, man let that ring Sweep that block, mop it, I won't listen if you tell man stop it Load that rocket, hit a man up, I ain't talkin' boxin' I ran through so much boxes, phone jumpy like the fuckin' moshpit Out all late, all I'm seeing is fuckin' foxes Us, us, it was always us man doing it first Buss, buss, now these fake gangsters running like girls Oh well, only time will tell They say that I'm next to blow but I'm still out gassed like Texaco
Verbal, verbal, this verbal ting is long They're just upset that we stay on top, they're just upset that their bredrin's gone We get back like King Von, two opps, it's copped, we get that gone Two opp boys dropped, it's getting long They tried drillin' on us but they're doing it wrong Verbal, verbal, this verbal ting is long They're just upset that we stay on top, they're just upset that their bredrin's gone We get back like King Von, two opps, it's copped, we get that gone Two opp boys dropped, it's getting long They tried drillin' on us but they're doing it wrong
Marvelous works, excellent whoosh, we do drills and keep it shush I still can't work it out, why this lighty's moving stush I got the maddest sloppy top, but she never freed up that tush Hopping out of rides on them, they push and hop in bushTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.