You'll feel like the old one

Fifty comings

Welcome to boston

I'm in the party with barbies

And triller the kickback

Mad on the mat and the t buff

Man just run from my triggers

How they talk about singers

They ain't got singers they ain't be cool

Dingo my little jigger

Riding loose with the trill

Man you get done with the ding

Welcome to brisson

I'm in the party with barbies

And triller the kick back

Mad on it mad on the team off

Man just run for my niggards

How they talk about singers

They ain't got singers they ain't be cooling

Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding

Against dumb with the dumb

Press them bullies slide with the bop e man

Whole two full of woody woody

Sorry gang son know me

Man leave two in your foodie foodie

My youngs are not a stay with a cut ass f**k

You and your mother

Three hours got nick for mazda

Now he's doing life in the slammer slammer

How many times i circled up

Like again and again to a man

Man got slapped bro bro's a world on rider

Hop off about it's the ups

And sing like a riot s**t

It was screw red strips to the slap

That shh

Man ain't a liar

Can't go like kias like my life

And my will knows

Draco draco

Aim for the chest and high up high up

If i miss then watch

Respect that bulldog

Everything they get fry up fry up

Bad b's come to the right

I tell the young g's be gent

On line up line up

Guns got nick with a hole

If it's stuff free bro's you're born

On ride on ride on

Welcome to

I'm in the party with barbies and triller

The kick back mad on the man on the team

Buff man just run for my triggers

How they talk 'bout ringers

They ain't got singers they ain't be going

Ding up my little jig

Riding loose with the truth

Man you get dumb with the gang

Welcome to bricks

Then i'm in the party

With barbies and drillers

The kick back mad on the man on the team

Buff man just run for my niggards

How they talk 'bout ringers

They ain't got singers they ain't big

Dinger my little jig

Riding loose with the stick

Man you get dumb when you do it

I see bare man ducking and diving

I crashed his b**h in a leaf head

I'm sick and tired of the sleeting

I see bare man breezy bro bro

Circle the s**t with a shh sound

Got dropped in the evening

Bad b's come down south for the diva

Ain't got jimmy ain't beating

Put a man on the back i crawl look to my right

I see my ex in tune and screaming

I'm broad speed just spin this wheel

Let me lean out the ride it hey

Speak for upsides

They get touch then pull to the b**h man

Got rap for aiming the aim on a friday man

Got slapped in the bin bing bing welcome to b

Now i'm in the party

With barbies and triller the kick

Back mad on the scene off man

Just run for my niggards

How they talk about ringers

They ain't got singers

They ain't big things

Ding up my little jigging

Riding loose for the truth man

You get dumb with the gang

Welcome to bricks

Then i'm in the party

With barbies and drillers the kid

Back mad on the man on the t buff man

Just run for my niggards

How they talk about things

They ain't got singers

Ding ding ding ding ding

Ding ding ding ding ding

Ding ding ding ding ding

Ding ding ding ding

When you get down

Welcome to briston

And i'm in the park