[Verse 1: Y.Rendo]
Man roll with the Ra
Man beatin' the skeng at you so when you see me just run (boop,boop)
Wid da flick flick, I move real icky, mind you get touched (dudududu)
Runnin' man down wid da black blade, and he's jumping on bus
Like why the fuck you jumping on bus? (niew,niew)
On Twitter, I see them tweetin (tweet a lot)
Hella man talkin' this crud
When they see gang all of them run
Figured in the head like I don't want none of them slugs
( I don't want none of dem slugs fam)
Like couple .44's,come to the F you get bun
Like come to the F you get bun
Big dot dots, tryna get flung (Boop,boop)
Got no time for a mug
I need more connects, I need more plugs
You're tryna cuff a bitch
I makin these Ps tryna grab funds (ching)
In the room with the trappers
Like you're in a room just full of them cunts (allow dat)
Like BT go to ' turn up the place, truss me every ting mad
They don't want no smoke, (lowe it)
Young boy dip dip with the shaver out, just mind you get soaked
Serious round here, you can stay with them jokes
Rendo said he got linked, truss me head back's gonna get blown
I'll sneak in a room with 4's, truss me them man they already know
Talkin' that shit to my gang, get two Duracells up in your dome
Sneak dissin' on the net, trust me da gang come straight to your home (stop talkin shit fam)
That's word on mum, no jokes
Got caught lacking in your whip
And you left the car, with no keys
Like how you gettin' home?
[Verse 2: A.M]
25 at 20:30
Gyal use your brace stop being nerdy
That's 8:30 no irky perky
Gyal bend over like 6-30
You little slut, you're very dirty
Uck me, you ain't pussy worthy
18 but she lookin' 30
Lookin' niff that's hella certy
Yeah, i rate tings dat give it up
Like no stress, just gimme uck
A couple tings wan' fuss up
Like fair enough, if the bitch is buff
But dead tings have to pattern up
'Bout hard to get, you're hard to want
Walk around with your best friend
And your best friend's been givin' uck
Kick down doors, mind I don't kick man's mum
Man ah just kick down kick down packs
Man ah just sit down, kick down grub
Put him in the back and boot in the trunk
She too man, she too wan' come
Man ah got two much packs in the trunk
Might have to kick down, kick down one
Kick down doors, man I didn't see no grub
Everything dead, everything get dud
Man ah see feds, everything get plugged
2 and a Q, everything get bun
Hands on the mop, everything get rubbed
Too much corn, everything get stuck
Gyal give top, everything get sucked
Kick down doors but nobody there
1-2 shots got lost in the air
2-2 shots one open the wig
And 3-2 shots make man disappear
Bare bloodstains all over the gaff
Leave man's face all open and that
Manna just came in the house with force
Left man's door all broken and that