Bliskey KListen, we brought them pants and fly them ribsYoung boy in his tees tryna see his dreams outListen what Simon says, still do drills on liceLet's f**k try them, tryna quank man's headYes, tryna get my stretchNo playboy ting tryna f**k a friendAnd boy they ain't tryna meet their endI'm in the band though, gotta dish these rocks onStop working till this trap phone stopsI'm tryna increase my rats and the band though ain't tryna get sent back to the dockFour of my guys got locked, the oboes willThey tryna send us to the boxTouch my n****s, we'll ride to your blockNo cap, we're really gonna take that offCommunicating with bro, three letters, it's madThe ox can't smoke no fags, next time sucking the trapBreak rapping up a Zedd of that Kim KardashianGang unit just knocked me down cause I had my shank in a packHot boys can't catch me on a lakCome to the block, get sent right backSeven seat all filled up to the brimDidn't see no one so we circled backThe mileage I done on these pedals, I really don't know how the wheels hit flatI really don't know how we made it backBros in the kitchen whipping magicsAnd the workers to the bottom of flatsTwo on twos, get rid of my packsLook, you Scott s**t, screaming more d**ksSaw ups and they kept it steppin'They don't wanna get chinked out of their booksJesse Dicks in the ride don't look whilst bros in the walkI remember them days in the jailI used to get smoked for a funny lookUsed to get smoked for a funny lookI'd rather get round than talk on the netGet caught on the slide, get yinked off setAin't talking, guardie, call that barbie to bring that whooshAnd bring it on set, bros calling me down, telling me let's stepBut I'm sucking the T, getting rid of them ribsMy skis trying to get a PatekMy other bros trying to get a brand new skengMy yacht ask me if I chain but I'm on the back road trying to flip me a ZeddAny via I'm on the hot block lurkingTrying to fish one down for the ZeddEvery time we buck these patties they cutThey don't wanna get yinked like shedsThe hotline blinging, all of these cats they need to be fedAll 19 was stuck in the wing like RashfordNow I'm up front like KaneWe trapping, sliding, it's almost summerWhatever the weather we don't complainSeven seat are filled up to the brim we seeOldest disappear like BlaineGuys talk bout 90 and slapping as well as your mash when you saw our bladesYD whipping a MazdaWe went couple blocks with a petty on EHow many times we hopped out trying to change it from a 2 to a 3Deville's best day in the laneG'day could get a small times threeIf you died on the block set proper you might end up in the A&EHustler got the moneyGot a drop on the opHe done what he done leave it to the blockThe wagons was discombobulated when Modra was quick to the dropHella new youths of a dead at the 90sSuits when they touch or dropBare ripped tees on the block go check the videosLike two of them goneWe brought them pats and fly them rebsYoung boy in his tees trying to see his dreamsOr listen what Simon saysStill do drills on laces, * Trident trying to quank man's headYes, trying to get my stretchNo playboy ting trying to * a friendThem boy that ain't trying to meet their endI'm in the band all got this, these rocks onCrease my racks and the band though ain't trying to get sent back to the dockFour of my guys got lockedThe old boys rude they're trying to send us to the boxTouch my niggas we'll ride to your blockNo cap we're really gonna take that offMy pretty sh argument tfA player or curryPalmtown