Looney in the cut, that’s a scary sight Oi, Started From The Bottom Part 2 yeah Listen, oi, look
[?] man, their kids are running with their [?] They’re boying off the teachers Taking orders from the leaders And I’m something like them high-school cleaners Cah I’m cleaning up this scene and blowing ratings off the meters Birds on my lane I don’t go by a name I just float with the flame Tryna earn for the game Trapped out for the chain A younger with the [?] He’s letting off the fizzy for Lizzy You know the dealy There’s birds in the trizz-ap Birds on the [?] If I point my finger A hitter will end the aim the fizz-ap Most you bruddas shiz-it You bruddas ain’t with it And all my team are catching snitches Like we’re playing Quidditch [?] that’s the truey man, me, I like Armarni Henny for the bruddas and the girls get Bacardi I’m focused on the paper, you bruddas catting for ‘nani I’ll just text her ucky and drop a nut in the party I’m tryna move the green, in the whip the plate is 13 And I might get the paper dirty but I’m moving real clean And I don’t tell the girl a dream I just rags a hoe and keep my real feelings for a queen
Yo, I do know how the block works Hot shells in your top, that’s a hot shirt And you know us bruddas got work We’re moving work, you can call it clockwork You ain’t seen the sawn off Danny had to show me how to break a man’s door off Kinda madders round here but it’s all good I don’t know a nice brudda, fam we’re all hood And recently some bruddas thinking that they’re evil I’ll see these man on road but they ain’t looking like my equal You on your toes, you ain’t breezing in your cars All you bruddas need to hold up with the greaze in your bars Blueberry cheese or the haze what I move I’ve got mula for days, putting girls in the shoes That’s probably why your baby mumma dig me She got a yout’ but says she want my brudda’s pitney AJ genes, gold bird looking oceaned off Big back jezzy fam, all potioned off I said Looney’s in the cut Roll up on your man and all your goonies getting touched I’m on that real ish, you ain’t on real ish Man’ll peal wigs if you front like you deal bricks And I drink hard, that’s a ocean wave She’s on molly with the lean, that’s a potion babe
And I ain’t [?] with the skeng I’ll be sitting in the cut, filling bags with the leng I’m the trees man, [?]