M1onthebeat
This four-door ain’t got no tints
So in my ride you can see four black yutes
Tell my paigon “please don’t run, cah 9 out of 10 more time I’ll catch you”
He try run so we done up a fat yute, fat yute
See him freeze up like a statue
Yeah I want that too, run up and gassed him (Bando)
Even though I know I don’t have to
This four-door ding-dong keeps rollin’
Hearts foldin’, they keep givin’ man backchat
No latex when he’s beatin’ off
When he’s beatin’ shots he loves doin’ it bareback
Bare facts, baitin’ them clothes don’t wear that
But he just wanna step anyhow and air that
Yo, anyway lil’ bro, man hear that
You don’t wanna end up in jail for years, akh
Married to the streets but I let bro beat
Come to my block but you get cold feet
Spin that dinger or rinse that spinner
This life that we live couldn’t get more peak
Free up the Gs, no love for police
Jump out the Jeep, lean and beat, skeet
Evacuate cleans, back to the peace go bill some weed
Ay, if you’re banged up, bro, bang them doors
Told bro “bang this and go bang some more”
Not enough smoke so we brang some more
Didn’t ring too much so we rang some more
Even on tap put blades in skin
Fuckboys schemin’, I ain’t takin’ them in
Me and bro got grabbed, I ain’t sayin’ a thing
But if I’m lackin’ then I’m weighin’ him in
Back your shank, I ain’t fistfightin’
Swing my blade and it slid right in
If Bug’s ridin’ I’ma stick by him
If Trap slidin’ got the stick by him
YC’s drivin’, lil’ Bug bindin’
Spin it, spin it, keep firin’
Drill it, air it, bro fire him
Leggy’s are dead, want more higher ting
Stop that drink up, lock that linkup
Just by the flick of my finger
Big batty gyal love Insta
Wray in her cup now she wants some mixup
Back your shank, I ain’t fistfightin’
Swing my blade and it slid right in
If Bug’s ridin’ I’ma stick by him
If Trap slidin’ got the stick by him
YC’s drivin’, lil’ Bug bindin’
Spin it, spin it, keep firin’
Drill it, air it, bro fire him
Leggy’s are dead, want more higher ting
Stop that drink up, lock that linkup
Just by the flick of my finger
Big batty gyal love Insta
Wray in her cup now she wants some mixup
I dunno why this girls’ still trust me
Fuckries, I just wan’ jeet and bill it
The wheels on the bus go round and round
And so does my shank when my hand starts swingin’
My lil’ bro Sav lives up to his name, get yucked on the mains
If my bro starts itchin’, spin it, get him, dig him
In Carni we had big man twitchin’
Friend of an opp get bored up alive
Why you think I done shh at the border alive?
Me and bro’s like Warner ahlie
If I said “I love you,” that was more than a lie
Me and Junebug, we more than alike
Gang-gang got straps, we more than a die
When bro got tucked he was more than alright
When I got down shh, we ain’t more than a 5
Wududu wududu (Grr)
Fly out the side of the ride, yeah, dududu
You might have heart but your heart’s not bulletproof
Caught by the wap and bububu
Litty commitie, my killy, ya zimmie?
We still pop up and bullet you
Decamp the back of the car and they run
I just think to myself “just look at you”
You can get bunned from up close on a rideout
Switch this dinger then go back again
Put my phone on again
Got the pole out again
Lean out, bang, tell him “hold that again”
She nah arch up her back, man broke it again
Next day she wan’ bone man again
Textin’ me down “come hold me again”
Yo, I’m from Broadwater Farm, not no harder way
There’s no way I can part with Jay
The [?] nights so bro went once
He went back in for an aftershave
Shotty so tall so halved the gauge
Lil’ bro’s on [?] he’s like half my age
Guns get bussed by the Farm estate
Anytime they see them they all start to race
Foot on the gas, got my nigga beside me
Just wanna step and slide too
You can run and hide or you wan’ look my yute
Guarentee ramz will find you
G-dots clartin’, dot-dots barkin’
So don’t get hit tryna slide thru’
Whoosh, fire two
If you talk that talk let me fire you
Back your shank, I ain’t fistfightin’
Swing my blade and it slid right in
If Bug’s ridin’ I’ma stick by him
If Trap slidin’ got the stick by him
YC’s drivin’, lil’ Bug bindin’
Spin it, spin it, keep firin’
Drill it, air it, bro fire him
Leggy’s are dead, want more higher ting
Stop that drink up, lock that linkup
Just by the flick of my finger
Big batty gyal love Insta
Wray in her cup now she wants some mixup
Back your shank, I ain’t fistfightin’
Swing my blade and it slid right in
If Bug’s ridin’ I’ma stick by him
If Trap slidin’ got the stick by him
YC’s drivin’, lil’ Bug bindin’
Spin it, spin it, keep firin’
Drill it, air it, bro fire him
Leggy’s are dead, want more higher ting
Stop that drink up, lock that linkup
Just by the flick of my finger
Big batty gyal love Insta
Wray in her cup now she wants some mixup
M1onthebeat
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