Part 1
[Intro]
Bruskiii Ky

[Verse 1]
The pack just came, now I gotta break this down like I’m chatting to an idiot
I told her, send man a selfie widout no filter, and now she look different
And nuff man come like Peter Crouch out ere, cuh the ting keep switchin
Its prolly cuh there peers get injured, me?, Ill step for my bro in a instant
No Polo, they Capalot for their Gs, but bros local, he tryna bait mans B
Tryna put him on Gram, like the R Kelly meme, Talk about the T, but ain't seen no P
Talking nuff T, dem man some mugs, they ain't mash none out ere, theyre done
Man got a call from Phil, he juss phoned man for Mitchells son
Flavours, Cookie or Dog, get bill, move from here wid that fuck off bud
No way could I run from dem, I run from Jakes, and cut from plugs
Its funny how bare man wanna talk tough, till they get skrrd on like "Yo whats up"
Rev, when I see Old Bill, last time went wrong, got slapped in cuffs
3 up my slimes, a thousand times, soon get back to the grind
Billing up lines, or writing rhymes, honestly i can't waste time
And this one fine, but man gotta grind, she told me, she wanna be mine
Can't touch my guy, you best think twice, fuck that, I beg man try
All that Woyoy, but in reality, dem man ain't hopping in rides
Bro in the trap wid Moymoy, bruck it down, now hes clinging it up into rice
3 up my slimes, a thousand times, soon get back to the grind
Billing up lines, or writing rhymes, honestly i can't waste time
That ain't your akh, keep acting, he won't back you if i back this
That ain't ting, she ractchet, she takes backshots, then hats it
Bro fly O, wid Peggy and Patrick, make it back, flip, no capping
Bare man are out here gassing, they juss rapping, its all chattings
Ive been doing road for my YG, Boy Better Know, like Wiley
Me and bro like Huey and Riley, they dont want smoke, youll do more than whitey
Part 2
[Intro]
Abzy UK
Ayyy CZR, you did a mazza stil

[Verse 1]