[Intro: Wido & glaive]
Ohh, ohh
Hi Dopa, haha
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[Chorus: kurtains]
Yeah, we on some type shit, I got some petrol
[?] eyes [?], got me going mental
And if you got a problem we pull up with metal
Nice work, he gon' sort it with a pistol-ol-ol
Yeah, we on some type shit, I got some petrol
[?] eyes [?], got me going mental
And if you got a problem we pull up with metal
Nice work, he gon’ sort it with a pistol-ol-ol

[Verse 1: Wido]
Trash ass Wido, drop in from the edges
I'm up on the building, it got me feeling reckless
Digging up the petrol, fucking up my stomach
Post-apocalyptic, my life just like Cormack
Bet I got the gas on me, [?]
[?] petrol swimming in the town, fuck me up some mo'
Age’s flying, drop me off inside it
Angels dying, falling for [?]

[Bridge: Wido]
Ah-ah-ah
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Uh-uh-uh
[Chorus: kurtains]
Yeah, we on some type shit, I got some petrol
[?] eyes [?], got me going mental
And if you got a problem we pull up with metal
Nice work, he gon' sort it with a pistol-ol-ol
Yeah, we on some type shit, I got some petrol
[?] eyes [?], got me going mental
And if you got a problem we pull up with metal
Nice work, he gon' sort it with a pistol-ol-ol

[Verse 2: Wido]
Trash ass Wido, drop in from the edges
I'm up on the building, it got me feeling reckless
Digging up the petrol, fucking up my stomach
Post-apocalyptic, my life just like Cormack
Don't fuck with it, lil' baby, I'm a scumbag
Boy sacrifice, hit my mom, wasn't important
Boy sacrifice, hit my dad, wasn’t important
See you in some years, I’ll be taking in the Prozac

[Pre-Chorus: Wido]
Fuck it, fu-fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, I got vectors on my face
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, I got petrol down my veins
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, I got vectors on my face
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, I put pressure on my veins
[Chorus: kurtains]
Yeah, we on some type shit, I got some petrol
[?] eyes [?], got me going mental
And if you got a problem we pull up with metal
Nice work, he gon' sort it with a pistol-ol-ol
Yeah, we on some type shit, I got some petrol
[?] eyes [?], got me going mental
And if you got a problem we pull up with metal
Nice work, he gon’ sort it with a pistol-ol-ol