[Intro: FXLLEN]
(9k in the cut)
Yeah
Risk it
Risk it
Nah we don't do chocolate biscuit
Six girls in a line and I’ve got 'em all twerking
Big batty, jheeze, how you work it (Jheeze)
I like big payments (Stack)
And I like sweet flavours (Aye)

[Chorus: FXLLEN]
Aye
Risk it
Risk it (Yeah)
Nah we don't do chocolate biscuit (Nah)
Six girls in a line and I’ve got 'em all twerking
Big batty, jheeze, how you work it (Jheeze)
I like big payments (Stack)
And I like sweet flavours (Yeah)
Don't come 'round here
'Cause you're gonna cheffed up, put in the papers
Your boys got put in a spliff
And I smoke that, lovely
The feds just circled thе block
I hope that they don't touch me (Fuck 'еm)
My bro got the wap in his bag
Better watch your back (Ching)
Dip
Dip
Splash
Inject it
Twist it back, back
Yeah
And I know a couple guys on the road sell crack
Ding-dong whipper
Big man killer
Where’s my drilla? Yeah
Do my ting, go back to the flats
Yeah
Do my ting, go back to the trap
[Verse: ericdoa]
Yeah, ayy
Doing my thing and go back to the trap
I’m in Manhattan, I'm lit like a match
Call of Duty, way I chop through the map
Facts
That boy, he get put in the pack
[?] service, that boy is a rat
Tell me your area, what do you jack?
Not playing for any of these bozos
His main bitch on my dick, take a photo
O.T. Genasis, wrist with the coco
Post a white girl in the middle of Soho
Damn
NASCAR race, way I pass ’em
GPS, boy, the way that we tracked him
Adding bullets to the clip, I'm subtracting
Tell the truth, never capping
FXLLEN chinging bare yutes like the captain
Bodies falling and they asking what happened
British bitch and she tell me I'm smashing (Smashing)

[Chorus: FXLLEN]
Aye
Risk it
Risk it (Yeah)
Nah we don't do chocolate biscuit (Nah)
Six girls in a line and I’ve got 'em all twerking
Big batty, jheeze, how you work it (Jheeze)
I like big payments (Stack)
And I like sweet flavours (Yeah)
Don't come around here
'Cause you're gonna cheffed up, put in the papers
Your boys got put in a spliff
And I smoke that, lovely
The feds just circled the block
I hope that they don't touch me (Fuck 'em)
My bro got the wap in his bag
Better watch your back (Ching)
Dip
Dip
Splash
Inject it
Twist it back, back
Yeah
And I know a couple guys on the road sell crack
Ding-dong whipper
Big man killer
Where's my drilla? Yeah
Do my ting, go back to the flats
Yeah
Do my ting, go back to the trap