Bliskey K
Listen, we brought them pants and fly them ribs
Young boy in his tees tryna see his dreams out
Listen what Simon says, still do drills on lice
Let's f**k try them, tryna quank man's head
Yes, tryna get my stretch
No playboy ting tryna f**k a friend
And boy they ain't tryna meet their end
I'm in the band though, gotta dish these rocks on
Stop working till this trap phone stops
I'm tryna increase my rats and the band though ain't tryna get sent back to the dock
Four of my guys got locked, the oboes will
They tryna send us to the box
Touch my n****s, we'll ride to your block
No cap, we're really gonna take that off
Communicating with bro, three letters, it's mad
The ox can't smoke no fags, next time sucking the trap
Break rapping up a Zedd of that Kim Kardashian
Gang unit just knocked me down cause I had my shank in a pack
Hot boys can't catch me on a lak
Come to the block, get sent right back
Seven seat all filled up to the brim
Didn't see no one so we circled back
The mileage I done on these pedals, I really don't know how the wheels hit flat
I really don't know how we made it back
Bros in the kitchen whipping magics
And the workers to the bottom of flats
Two on twos, get rid of my packs
Look, you Scott s**t, screaming more d**ks
Saw ups and they kept it steppin'
They don't wanna get chinked out of their books
Jesse Dicks in the ride don't look whilst bros in the walk
I remember them days in the jail
I used to get smoked for a funny look
Used to get smoked for a funny look
I'd rather get round than talk on the net
Get caught on the slide, get yinked off set
Ain't talking, guardie, call that barbie to bring that whoosh
And bring it on set, bros calling me down, telling me let's step
But I'm sucking the T, getting rid of them ribs
My skis trying to get a Patek
My other bros trying to get a brand new skeng
My yacht ask me if I chain but I'm on the back road trying to flip me a Zedd
Any via I'm on the hot block lurking
Trying to fish one down for the Zedd
Every time we buck these patties they cut
They don't wanna get yinked like sheds
The hotline blinging, all of these cats they need to be fed
All 19 was stuck in the wing like Rashford
Now I'm up front like Kane
We trapping, sliding, it's almost summer
Whatever the weather we don't complain
Seven seat are filled up to the brim we see
Oldest disappear like Blaine
Guys talk bout 90 and slapping as well as your mash when you saw our blades
YD whipping a Mazda
We went couple blocks with a petty on E
How many times we hopped out trying to change it from a 2 to a 3
Deville's best day in the lane
G'day could get a small times three
If you died on the block set proper you might end up in the A&E
Hustler got the money
Got a drop on the op
He done what he done leave it to the block
The wagons was discombobulated when Modra was quick to the drop
Hella new youths of a dead at the 90s
Suits when they touch or drop
Bare ripped tees on the block go check the videos
Like two of them gone
We brought them pats and fly them rebs
Young boy in his tees trying to see his dreams
Or listen what Simon says
Still do drills on laces, * Trident trying to quank man's head
Yes, trying to get my stretch
No playboy ting trying to * a friend
Them boy that ain't trying to meet their end
I'm in the band all got this, these rocks on
Crease my racks and the band though ain't trying to get sent back to the dock
Four of my guys got locked
The old boys rude they're trying to send us to the box
Touch my niggas we'll ride to your block
No cap we're really gonna take that off
My pretty sh argument tf
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