Call my papa, call him ho
See us, see us, we have control
For the boys we will blast the beat
And we will just bounce
Call my papa, call him ho
See us, see us, we have control
For the boys we will blast the beat
And we will just bounce
She's panting everywhere and never has
thought On mixers and twixers and not enough
The pulse rises in the bottom of the
bag She's knocking and overbuffing,
she's not cheap
In her street style she's a victory The
plug is funny but the crick is too bad
The top I sell is alpha and omega * it,
I sell in the café at Rema
Fire up in the panzer,
I'm so wavy tonight Sit down deep in the club and put lines,
alright
Doom flow,
doom style,
man you know I'm steezy Check me out,
I hit all the ladies with keys
In and out of the toilet,
call me G,
you know I'm G,
baby,
okay
Fire up and pull down to the lungs,
I'm blacker than Lønna
All the bad bitches turn red on the panzer,
boys we're on fire
* up every day,
no * with us,
loose,
loose,
loose rap
Tick-tock,
the clock is ticking,
baby we have all the time,
sniffy rap
Feel the blood pumping all the time,
if you roll with us you'll get paranoid
Roll a fat one and roll a new one,
roll the red one,
all the greens are in
Fill the club up with bitches,
tonight I'm going bat *
I'm ripping all over the place,
just look at me,
I'm scoring a hat trick
25 grams in my nose,
I'm a happy bitch,
bitches wanna * me
I'm feeding on some ketamine and it feels like I'm on a plane
My boys are back in the game,
to show who's in control
Give me a key,
give me a bag,
give me a brick,
bro I'm lagged
P-) 2922 troe