[Intro]
Yo 3lack what the hell man

[Verse 1]
Do it like culps, 'til my Jordans Loubs
That's drippy and dippy
Then I went O into my Jordans-Loubs
And my mindi's sticky
OT trips got my ching on fleek
Two weeks, two sauced up mindis
Gimme a shank or gimme a wap
I got points with both, fam I ain't too picky
I think it's been like a month
I shot one guy and like two got cheffed
Ay, man can't tell me 'bout work rate
I ran man down, 'til I ran out of breath
Section 18, section 20's
Section 60's on ends
Officer, I don't know nuttin'
But it's my work, on the MPS
I just came home, new trackie
Hooya's asking where the last one ran
I don't know hooya macaan
He's missing like Madeleine McCann
This barbie's calling me Abdi
That ain't my name, but true I'm a sav
I had one in the five not six in the spin
Go and ask the paigons how I rise and tan
They say yo stick to the rap ting
I ain't ramping but you soon gon' blow
I'm a pirate not a terrorist
If a man don't ching, then it's guns I blow
This habloo went into my trousers
But in my trousers I got my rambo
I know my Mrs. don't like her
But I understand, cah my ting is a hoe
[Chorus]
Who's that? Yo bro, swerve on that yute
Peak-a-boo
Wind down the window and rise that broom
Lean and shoot
Man shoot, then ching him
Let's go fishing
My gang still put waps into use
Agan bop or we seven step
Man down midday for a paigon yute
Who's that? Yo bro, swerve on that yute
Peak-a-boo
Wind down the window and rise that broom
Lean and shoot
Man shoot then ching him
Let's go fishing
My gang still put waps into use
Agan bop or we seven step
Man down midday for a paigon yute

[Verse 2]
One step in my malis darlin'
Pardon like Harlem but its Camden town
A step with my Agans on paigons
Everyone got at least one down
Love sterling earning
Don't play with my cake
When I drench make man loose pounds
Ding-dong do a drill and burn it
I'm burning to get next one down
This nina, I wan' beat her
When I press it, you gon' hear that sound
She wan' do round round and chill
She don't wanna chill 'til you go on that rounds
Wheels on the bus
I mean wheels on the spin spin ting go round and round
Paigon bitch got found and drowned
Doin' TFL, cah they underground
Caught him a case, tryna talk on the A
Someone should've told him we put guys in the grave
He tried to run and he tried to run
But the roads ain't safe when it's after eight
Gang two L's in the paigons place
And the paigons dem face on from Case
Fuck what you heard, it's us on the curb
Any violations and we ride and blade
Ay, don't piss me off
He's dead, let me tick him off (Finish him)
And he's dead, let me tick him off (Finish him)
He's dead too, let me tick him off (Finish him)
How dare you talk on the gang-gang
When we ching-ching, and we rinse it off
Big twelve gauge, I might pop somebody
Like chickenpox
[Chorus]
Who's that? Yo bro, swerve on that yute
Peak-a-boo
Wind down the window and rise that broom
Lean and shoot
Man shoot, then ching him
Let's go fishing
My gang still put waps into use
Agan bop or we seven step
Man down midday for a paigon yute
Who's that? Yo bro, swerve on that yute
Peak-a-boo
Wind down the window and rise that broom
Lean and shoot
Man shoot then ching him
Let's go fishing
My gang still put waps into use
Agan bop or we seven step
Man down midday for a paigon yute