Never ying that once Never ying that twice I just ying three times and repeat it I got shooters that slap it for free Man I bark it with ease Do a drill and repeat it What you know about digging in arm and repeatin And make a man turn to a weakling Repeat it, repeat it Tryna ching a man out of his feelings Never ying that once Never ying that twice I just ying three times and repeat it I got shooters that slap it for free Man I bark it with ease Do a drill and repeat it What you know about digging in arm and repeatin And make a man turn to a weakling Repeat it, repeat it Tryna ching at a *** (It’s K)
I’m tryna put one in the bowl like Cleveland They ain’t family guys and ain’t neither friend(No Way) Load that chop tryna glide just pull up and burn a boy tryna leave man dead(Haha) Yo boy got chinged and he fought for his life in the hospital boy yeah that boy just [?] Til they rap back on the field like [?] I’m scoring them goals I’m Creme De La Creme What you know about shopping for back to school when your mumzy mad and this shank on me If I get brucked it’s peak I’m finna show mumzy why I’m the YIC On my moms I don’t care if you’re six foot cah make a mumzy cry when you’re 6 foot deep Put him on the team make his mumzy rep that shirt now she’s sponsored by me Lil scar on mans face like Tony Montana Make sure you don’t sing like Rihanna I peel off his back and open his māthā Live two lives like Hannah Montana Yes I live that rap and yes I trap I’m a real don dada Make an opp boy do legs more fine I’m back in the field scoring goals like sana
Never ying that once Never ying that twice I just ying three times and repeat it I got shooters that slap it for free Man I bark it with ease Do a drill and repeat it What you know about digging in arm and repeatin And make a man turn to a weakling (Ching, Ching) Repeat it, repeat it Tryna ching a man out of his feelings
Repeat It, Repeat It Bring it back to the yard man clean it Tryna ching a man out of his feelings Back to the block breaking bad like Jesus Slap that once tell the fans how I’m feeling They add Ks to the A they don’t mean it I get pissed when I take out the knife Shoulda smoked that pack get high touch ceilings They get PTSD when they hear the glllt bow Yeah they get flashbacks when they hear that sound Ayy baby how you gonna bust down when the gang come round Huh, I might lick a man down Bust shots to likkle man’s crown I got a likkle man on the block for a big man Make a big man turn likkle man now Ayy they sayin look at man now The gyal know I’m a boss in my town Ayy we was tryna leave him wide open broski really tryna shoot a man down Gllt Gllt bow You don’t wanna hear that sound Cah that’s gang tryna lick off man’s crown We circle the block tryna search [?] wheels on the bus go round and round I’m in the back of this four door dressed in black Tryna make a man’s family dress in black Every other time that I run them packs got *** on my mind cah he shoulda turned pack Windows down wig and my latex on that’s no DNA can’t lack These type touch kids R Kelly I had a bad B spill dutch like velli 5 plus 4 that’s 9 and about 9 have we got down *** Feds wanna know the sauce they questionin’ us tell em bro don’t be nosey Real rap man this ain’t shadow stories Step round there and watch bro get pokey They don’t come around here they cap they cap I don’t lie church boy bro I’m holy I told bro I’m no engineer but I’m bout these Fumez I don’t need no plugged ins Tryna ride out mans comin like surgeons circle The block tryna dock man’s organ I had a mask on my face while I done that cah I want to be a free-man like Morgan Put him in the air black force when I DigDat Don’t be the one doing up bare talking Bigger the show and I couldn’t give a monkey fuck [?] I ain’t due for the show And I don’t care if you a bit of a big shot have a big man doing up ten toes Got angry girl got banger back I don’t make no noise when I let that go I just creep up silently man I tip toe Tryna get three like tick-tack-toe
Never ying that once Never ying that twice I just ying three times and repeat it I got shooters that slap it for free Man I bark it with ease Do a drill and repeat it What you know about digging in arm and repeatin And make a man turn to a weakling (Ching, Ching) Repeat it, repeat it Tryna ching a man out of his feelings