A.O.T. out, no brazy on these niggas, man Anita just died in a band though But we're still in that band though I can't live when that's mine, bro We don't go where tramps go Back still with a wooden handle Chance life in my block get cancelled In jail whipping up in a kettle Dunklings with a princess, my crew Anita just died in a band though But we're still in that band though I can't live when that's mine, bro We don't go where tramps go Back still with a wooden handle Chance life in my block get cancelled In jail whipping up in a kettle Dunklings with a princess, my crew Bricks in a band though Bubbling water, it's not in my pot If it's less than a corner Have a brick inside, my pirates When it broke, that's what you call trauma All I see is smoke on the up block So I called out a 2-2 sauna Got me a Benz, whipping a Porsche I made me a hundred racks in a Corsa Her mum know that she's good with me That's right, Richie Porter A hundred grand didn't change my life Still surfing on the corner Time and place, that's the info Sold a brick, didn't need no in-cro Blind coke on the kett by the 5th floor Cause it still dropped out of the window After that glide, left my gloves on Need to break down all of this work Two bad bitches and my trap floor That night there, everything twerked Dropped a nine and the floor was more *** That residue's on my shirt Try and run in my trap The next time I see your face, I'll be on the shirt Anita just died in a band though But we're still in that band though I can't live when that's mine, bro We don't go where tramps go But I'm still with a wooden handle Try and slide through my block, get cancelled In jail whipping up in a kettle Dumblings with a princess, my crew Anita just died in a band though But we're still in that band though I can't live when that's mine, bro We don't go where tramps go But I'm still with a wooden handle Try and slide through my block, get cancelled In jail whipping up in a kettle Dumblings with a princess, my crew I'm in a band, no barren *** Press up, flatten the brick Straight with a wooden handle Hand ting with a rubber grip This is another trip This is another trip This when you don't get flung And the rest too low to spin We shot in pubs, stepped out with six on six Long time ain't flicked my wrist I get for the low, I ain't gotta add I gave up four feet different, man That's a lot of tabs Man, when I *** Hadarie I had to link P with a lot of Madge Cruising the wag, put it in S-ing with something bad Put it in doggy, that's after the date night Same night Dashed them bros down the drain pipe Wait for the news in the daytime I got Dwella and they date time Four foot long on my waistline Everyone re-up the trap line Send a young boy on the train line And itty just died in a band though But we're still in that band though I can't live in, that's man bro We don't go where traps go Wrapped still with a wooden handle Chance life in my block get cancelled In jail whipping up in the kettle Dumblings with a princess, my crew And itty just died in a band though But we're still in that band though I can't live in, that's man bro We don't go where traps go Wrapped still with a wooden handle Chance life in my block get cancelled In jail whipping up in the kettle Dumblings with a princess, my crew