[Dimzy:] I got a man tryna chase me a milly I ain’t happy with a hundred quiddy Free all my lurky riders, sliders All of them used to get drilly Notorious like Biggie Tryna do a one-shot kill like Wiggy Beat that ting like Pebe or Scrilly LMB like Herb and Diddy Free the mandem though, two trap giddy Resupports the headline for city, silly Still got faith in this blicky, flicky Like my girlfriend it’s pretty You want money like me, I want money like Diddy Free Spazz, you’re gonna leave him red like Trippie Two .44’s on the way to… Flames couldn’t even take it to…
[SJ:] Forget all the fake Y stuff They know who been playin’ rough Matter of fact, we ain’t playin’ at all Matter of fact, we’ve been breakin’ rules Man still in the field like Sunday football Bros on peds still attemptin’ kills And babe said “be careful” I’m doin’ Schumacher up behind that wheel Cookie spliff on my blade blade still Yes, few Ks man’s hard to kill All sounds good, man’s out ‘ere still Bet you didn’t know that the mandem did that .44 bounce him, big man dig that 17, I was out there on the ridgeback Numerous through to then came a big MAC
[Dimzy:] I got a man tryna chase me a milly I ain’t happy with a hundred quiddy Free all my lurky riders, sliders All of them used to get drilly Notorious like Biggie Tryna do a one-shot kill like Wiggy Beat that ting like Pebe or Scrilly LMB like Herb and Diddy Free the mandem though, two trap giddy Resupports the headline for city, silly Still got faith in this blicky, flicky Like my girlfriend it’s pretty You want money like me, I want money like Diddy Free Spazz, you’re gonna leave him red like Trippie Two .44’s on the way to… Flames couldn’t even take it to…
[Monkey:] Main road or back, don’t flex my chargie We got artillery like the Army The gangdem smoky like Bob Marley Can’t really slide on the A Too tough cah the man there fuck with the rallis When the feds try meet me and ask me Questions come on the phone to a barbie (Bark it barbie, dum lil’ Mali) Still rise that wap for bro like Stacy Skengs on peds from kway back I ain’t tryna swing I’m gettin’ lazy How can dem man say the gangdem ain’t on piss When your bro’s been fried like chips? Free lil’ bro he left my bitch
[Dimzy:] Lil’ bro got toasted, and floated Pass the rizz then we roll him Say that smoking kills So it’s evident we’re still smokin’ It’s bait, I keep me a ching and that’s four of them My bro still brought smoke in Kway back it was two packs on the M-way Now I’m gettin’ these bands on the mopeds He got shot, and now he’s on the net bein’ stupid Seem him again we gon’ shoot him I get guap, I ain’t goin’ broke, are you stupid? If it’s not makin’ money I remove it In skengs we trust, it’s serious Waps on deck on my daughter’s birthday Free all my lurky riders, sliders On the landin’ for some birthdays
I got a man tryna chase me a milly I ain’t happy with a hundred quiddy Free all my lurky riders, sliders All of them used to get drilly Notorious like Biggie Tryna do a one-shot kill like Wiggy Beat that ting like Pebe or Scrilly LMB like Herb and Diddy Free the mandem though, two trap giddy Resupports the headline for city, silly Still got faith in this blicky, flicky Like my girlfriend it’s pretty You want money like me, I want money like Diddy Free Spazz, you’re gonna leave him red like Trippie Two .44’s on the way to… Flames couldn’t even take it to…