Black Flag Baby Rip up your Fendi, tear up your Bape Ain't on my forces, so call the estate Urban Culture Sound Bape Rip up your Fendi, tear up your Bape Boy Bape Look, you ain't never done a drill in your life, you copper Can't ask about me, I'm in love with the team, I'm knows I'm a well-known trapper Still in the field like Salah, no one could ever give me no badder I'ma do KZ as a well-known stripper Still in the tea, tryna serve this feud out of John's, no papa He backed his rounds, I laughed and I backed my weapon What's the matter? I'm in the middle of the field like Mattas Try and poach me, watch your face, it's the move Force it like a gal getting rude Ain't on my forces, so call the estate On my lonely, so I bring a few mates, it could be drools or a hitch But I step with Esh on the brains Had it got the nerve to talk on my name Your boss got you that knew no means Please don't slip through none but pain Now he's dripping it, talk about rain In the field, just play my role She plays her role and her snap do goals See me, I'm too anti-social PTSD with all of my bros Having flashbacks when I scored that goal Me and my slimes were stuck like glue Down in your slam, you got shady blue I love when two get down and weak I love doing HIVs, the Gs, that's what I'm booting So the rest got whooped I'm a guy in a stat, suspicious like Rip up your Fendi, tear up your Bape I was stuck in the country and I like my spit through the vape This life ain't great, real old boy in my face is Zay All my pagans lie, why? I'm trying to send Chico sky high Do a board day, now his best friend's left as a highlight I'm in the town, so I serve these artists Funny knocks at the window door Told my worker, don't panic He said that he's on to my bro No way, he's taking Xanax He said that he's on to my bro No way, he's taking Xanax He's taking Xanax I sing my rhymes with force Elegant like a horse when I bust them doors Cage on the turn and blow bro to the tuner He never got taught, blacked out to the brim Cause I can't get caught Swinging and tripping on someone's front porch Teaching big men lessons, that's my rhyme Fill up with sauce, you know my You tripping on me Be my favourite Do what your clout says, yeah All my lonelies left him in a state Then it's back to the base, I'm stepping Skit skirk, I'm bucking to Jake's Gotta separate myself from the fate Traumatise youth, that's GNS Yes, my slide's still judgement day Look, I'm in a No nan So don't think I'ma make it home I'm in Two phones, me and Bobo tryna make that gold Me and K4 Rumble up on my ride And get problems solved But I ain't tryna end up Like *** rules The pagans know That's me and Bobo Tryna turn off them Tryna turn off them, they know I'm in a No snow Tryna keep low The Asgard know I made 50 in this track, you know Clap, that's all from And you can never show gang That you're not involved Like you could get smoked We don't do this for clout keys No, I'm the realest about And all the plugs know that I'm bookie Most of them won't go over and out I don't blame them tourists To rob every damn ute in my town Stooge and I beat That much of a clown Stooge and I beat That much of a clown I love when two get down on weed I love doing HIVs, the G's That's homebootings with the Roscoe All organic stacks, suspicious lad I love when two get down on weed I love doing HIVs, the G's That's homebootings with the Roscoe All organic stacks, suspicious lad Ada White made this one Ada White made this one Ada White made this one Ada White made this one