Jus-jus-just spotted a opp, tell the driver, "Stop"
Let me hop out the ride, I ain't tryna waste time
On the 'net, he was moving all brave
But live in the flesh, I ain't letting that slide
Try-try dash, catch up, get bore from behind
Sweets in the nine, tryna fill it with bine
Mask on face, I ain't tryna do time
Real life, know this is more than rhyme
Yo, ayy, Miss, you look more than fine
Leng one, bad one, keep calling my line (sweety)
Sweet one, she wanna be more than a friend
If that's true, then hold this skeng (hold it)
Do you know that we roll with led?
Got sticks in the ride like the Polish men (yeah, yeah)
Why you think that we dodge from the police-men?
Say you're on me, then show me then
Fits get burned, and tools get cleaned
We slide on them, don't slide on we
Glide on West stop lying please
Feel like a game of hide-and-seek
We seek, and them boy hide
We tell facts, and them boy lie
We glide on them, them boy don't ride
Don't ask if I'm with it, I love my life
Fits get burned, and tools get cleaned
We slide on them, don't slide on we
Glide on west stop lying please
Feel like a game of hide-and-seek
We seek, and them boy hide
We tell facts, and them boy lie
We glide on them, them boy don't ride
Don't ask if I'm with it, I love my life
Nerds wanna rap on drill and ain't done one drill
These guys ain't about this (isn't it, isn't it)
Fuck what anyone says, we're the wildest
Their block ain't hot, it's the mildest (hahahaha)
Niggas get cheffed
Take pics in the hospital bed
But then jump on the 'net and act childish
(Nigga's commenting angry, we killed his friend)
The weakest guy is the loudest
Step, step, step, repetitive
Ten shootings ends last year, consecutive (baow-baow)
Why the f*ck they act like they done that and never did?
Fuck my cousins, I hate my relatives
Search up, shooting
You will see a car filled up with bine (bah, bah, bah)
16 shots in his whip
We emptied the clip, tell me I'm lying
Fits get burned, and tools get cleaned
We slide on them, don't slide on we
Glide on west stop lying please
Feel like a game of hide-and-seek (it does)
We seek, and them boy hide
We tell facts, and them boy lie (they do)
Glide on them, them boy don't ride
Don't ask if I'm with it, I love my life
Fits get burned, and tools get cleaned
We slide on them, don't slide on we
Glide on west stop lying please
Feel like a game of hide-and-seek (it does)
We seek, and them boy hide
We tell facts, and them boy lie (they do)
Glide on them, them boy don't ride
Don't ask if I'm with it, I love my life
