Verbal – M24

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 bush