Part 1: Prod. by FarrokhBeats x Yooo9ine x @OttWesting

Drip, put your gyalie on ropes
Flip, gyalie she chatting loads
Man piss off, cut off your fringe
Go over the hedge, it's nothing like fetch
Look, fuck off it's not your sauce
Splash, re-up give it to boss
Move aggy, give him a floss
Get rid of that plaque
Could have been then this
Could have been S (9iner)
Give up the names, I pattern them
Why you der life, you're smoking blem
Neeky dudes, I'm not your friend
She catting to suck this one like canister
Draw the ughh like Dracula
Bop with the cruddiest crew
Just smash up the chattiest bop
Bop widda bop, bop widda bop
Now shawty she no wan leave mi
Bruck, bruck your back me wan pon it
Hit, hit her back, she dun talking
Hit, hit her back, she dun talking
Fu-fuck off batty, tut-tut
I'm on it 'cause she was with it, man dig she tek it (Rrr) gully
Get out my face
Not uh-uh today
Give him a chase
Then tek him in case
All you can eat, opp buffet
Sawn off one, up in her tummy
I cock it back and blast knuckle plate
T-tek it mami, she wasn't ready
All of that gyalie on me like Velma and Daphne
I wasn't ready, zombie
Took up his hand for the crack
On a buzz no banter civilian shook
The mandem froze
Like he done fuck up
Smack him silly turn psycho, villain
Trying to wash your clients
Jbandz finna clock
The boss cop Indiana
Gonna swing at Jones trying to steal his jewels
I don't how she cats for him
All of that ugly, you're telling her fibs
Hoover my kids like Kirby
Slurpy, tut tut, ucky, baby
All of these O’s I made them
I don't know how doughnuts are salty
Now Homer got to move sweets
And Marge want to ride with me

Part 2: Prod. by FarrokhBeats

The O’s got Judas
How many affiliates?
Gotta give blood for their benefits
I dunno bro, huh irrelevant
Fendi bop, finna bop elegant
Sexy yatt but she love manifest
Just give her the simple gnash and Dennis, Menace
Pipe, fill melanin up
Hold the nank in his pocket
Back it, you couldn't
You know I was good
I pulled the plug from my socket
Watch him, you couldn't
You know I was good
I don't know how to shut up
That's why you see me on tings
I can't take the risk for a next man
Boss, you're a dickhead
Had to lowe the kebabs
How can I get skinny no fat
And, my man text me when
Bro-bro lack with a zombie
Trying to body this king, finna swing like George
Rambo twinning
Bang on jugjug
Wave head on a subway surf
I can't fear no human
Give a salty look
Oi, you ain't bolo
You're an actor, on Snappy
Them man suck up to certain man
Preventing ching-ching in the future
Maybe I should
Maybe I shouldn't
Uh-uh, you don't do them tings
How's your day?
How you doing?
Hu-huh did you feel that corn?
Bare man (tut) itchy
They want to scratch me
They wan' finish tracks, huh
I don't know if they heard about consequence
Trip him, dudu, medieval, evil
You don't wanna see 9iner
Hit him, dudu, it's gully, funny
I don't want to see minor
Reggie piss off
Get out my way
Listen, lowe him, hella lucky
N9, uh-uh
Do it myself
Once I tun a man ugly, can't be
Sexy
Test me
I feel my gyalie horny for me
Tropical batty, Asian batty
Wifey, catty, patterned now she mine
If I offer veggie with kebab
Keep it low-key
Be my customer, tut tut
My temper, steamy
You can see the condensation
On his bludclart face