作词 : Shy The K3lly
编曲 : Shy The K3lly
Ayy How can u give a man verbal a b**** try come to the hood had to bust that yute
we didn’t get touch but still left juice it wasn’t from us
must’ve been u
my AF1 got crease brand new but I’m running from jakes so f*** these shoes
.44 long and a .38 too that’s 82 if ur doing the maths
I need 223 or a draco too but now these b**** r finding their hats
asked bro 419 I ain’t doing the maths u don’t wanna end as a sound effect
cah smoke what I produce like zeph
George Best come I send a text. the cat ain’t getting football legs
I way too ruthless they can’t defuse it I see a man turn into a statue
Ain’t playing no games we stop the music
he’s acting too tough I grab my toothbrush
I gave him 2plus I’m moving ruthless the gov’s r Ku Klux they turn my crew nuts
I feel to complain but they’re just useless
how can u give a man verbal a b**** try come to the hood had to bust that yute
we didn’t get touch but still left juice it wasn’t from us
must’ve been u
my AF1 got crease brand new but I’m running from jakes so f*** these shoes
.44 long and a .38 too that’s 82 if ur doing the maths
I need 223 or a draco too but now these b**** r finding their hats
how can u give a man verbal a b**** try come to the hood had to bust that yute
we didn’t get touch but still left juice it wasn’t from us
must’ve been u
my AF1 got crease brand new but I’m running from jakes so f*** these shoes
I got ball right now I’m the guy but I told that bro go straight go wide
they clip their shot but it was outside It’s from Virgil when I rock off white
no VanDijk this sh** ain’t that sh** got away with the bros got away with crimes
told that lil bro ur the next one
been having my way for a while I cannot go back to the bottom
believe what u see b**** f*** what u heard
consider it done if I get a word clip hold 50 but I make it Brr
rise the machine the g lock
but be patience it will take sum time
don’t think cah we ain’t got back that we just u let it slide
bro don’t park the car he just rips and press swipe and go I spend quids and creps
all I write bout tites and sex I’m surprised I ain’t have no pickneys yet nah I’m lied these man r my youts
spit a line and tire up man in the booth
bring the man down stand on the roof
man tried but u just can’t stand the truth
How can u give a man verbal a b**** try come to the hood had to bust that yute
we didn’t get touch but still left juice it wasn’t from us
must’ve been u
my AF1 got crease brand new but I’m running from jakes so f*** these shoes
.44 long and a .38 too that’s 82 if ur doing the maths
I need 223 or a draco too but now these b**** r finding their hats
asked bro 419 I ain’t doing the maths u don’t wanna end as a sound effect
cah smoke what I produce like zeph
George Best come I send a text. the cat ain’t getting football legs
I way too ruthless they can’t defuse it I see a man turn into a statue
Ain’t playing no games we stop the music
he’s acting too tough I grab my toothbrush
I gave him 2plus I’m moving ruthless the gov’s r Ku Klux they turn my crew nuts
I feel to complain but they’re just useless