(Ayy, yo, Scratcha, that sounds hard)
It's like everyone's talkin' drillings, but they ain't foolin' us (no)
Why niggas hating their bitches? (Why)
It's 'cause you keep callin' us (shit den)
If I press it, he's meetin' death
Don't jam, now die
Lift it up, try turn you red man
Then watch him drop, how high
Had a spliff in my ear, but I drop that, lost that
Now I'm pissed, doing up a blem (err)
Got a big G locked in D-Block
See him and rise it and beat on them
She suck on my dick, then make sure you throat man (yep)
Amiri's red like the post man (red)
Still tryna send this postal, free S1, tell him get with the program
Like, still tryna find my spliff I bun that
Someone tell the weed man come back (ayy, come here)
Hundred racks on my chain, all the leng tings know my name
Grease the waps with air cans
True say, tryna not grab then barehand (nah)
She said "I don't do this bare" and when I get uck I'm grabbin' her hairband
Like, hella f*ckboys be talkin', that's how a rumors starts
We we don't fist fight with opp boys, call up my shooter fast
She's givin' that neck, that face, miss, can you do as I ask?
Like when I see size on signs, I'm itching, it's nothing to get a man slimed
This nine hold so much 'bine and bro got my back like he's my spine
My bad one called and I pressed decline, in Range Sport press recline
I'm in The Shard in an escalator, new yard, tryna find a decorator
Like ten waps, I'm the designator
Standard one, it's a generator
Bullet boy, I'm Ashley, I can't let her hold on mine
Sometimes I feel like Skrapz (why) I can't stop rollin' with Nines
She was on my bro, but I know she a hoe, cah last time I see her with another guy
Jailhouse, fist and kicks and bust out his left eye, but I tried get the other eye
If I step on the roads with my samurai, anytime gyal see me get butterflies
When we step on the roads, we step with poles, they already knows how my bruddas like
And these hoes wanna rave and tape with opps, wait 'til we leave the raves taped
They're all gonna bath in blood, but my opps wanna bathe in ape
It's like everyone's talkin' drillings, but they ain't foolin' us (no)
Why niggas hating their bitches? (Why)
It's 'cause you keep callin' us (shit den)
If I press it, he's meetin' death
Don't jam, now die
Lift it up, try turn you red man
Then watch him drop, how high
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(Ayy, yo, Scratcha, that sounds hard)
It's like everyone's talkin' drillings, but they ain't foolin' us (no)
Why niggas hating their bitches? (Why)
It's 'cause you keep callin' us (shit den)
If I press it, he's meetin' death
Don't jam, now die
Lift it up, try turn you red man
Then watch him drop, how high
Had a spliff in my ear, but I drop that, lost that
Now I'm pissed, doing up a blem (err)
Got a big G locked in D-Block
See him and rise it and beat on them
She suck on my dick, then make sure you throat man (yep)
Amiri's red like the post man (red)
Still tryna send this postal, free S1, tell him get with the program
Like, still tryna find my spliff I bun that
Someone tell the weed man come back (ayy, come here)
Hundred racks on my chain, all the leng tings know my name
Grease the waps with air cans
True say, tryna not grab then barehand (nah)
She said "I don't do this bare" and when I get uck I'm grabbin' her hairband
Like, hella f*ckboys be talkin', that's how a rumors starts
We we don't fist fight with opp boys, call up my shooter fast
She's givin' that neck, that face, miss, can you do as I ask?
Like when I see size on signs, I'm itching, it's nothing to get a man slimed
This nine hold so much 'bine and bro got my back like he's my spine
My bad one called and I pressed decline, in Range Sport press recline
I'm in The Shard in an escalator, new yard, tryna find a decorator
Like ten waps, I'm the designator
Standard one, it's a generator
Bullet boy, I'm Ashley, I can't let her hold on mine
Sometimes I feel like Skrapz (why) I can't stop rollin' with Nines
She was on my bro, but I know she a hoe, cah last time I see her with another guy
Jailhouse, fist and kicks and bust out his left eye, but I tried get the other eye
If I step on the roads with my samurai, anytime gyal see me get butterflies
When we step on the roads, we step with poles, they already knows how my bruddas like
And these hoes wanna rave and tape with opps, wait 'til we leave the raves taped
They're all gonna bath in blood, but my opps wanna bathe in ape
It's like everyone's talkin' drillings, but they ain't foolin' us (no)
Why niggas hating their bitches? (Why)
It's 'cause you keep callin' us (shit den)
If I press it, he's meetin' death
Don't jam, now die
Lift it up, try turn you red man
Then watch him drop, how high
It's like everyone's talkin' drillings, but they ain't foolin' us (no)
Why niggas hating their bitches? (Why)
It's 'cause you keep callin' us (shit den)
If I press it, he's meetin' death
Don't jam, now die
Lift it up, try turn you red man
Then watch him drop, how high
Had a spliff in my ear, but I drop that, lost that
Now I'm pissed, doing up a blem (err)
Got a big G locked in D-Block
See him and rise it and beat on them
She suck on my dick, then make sure you throat man (yep)
Amiri's red like the post man (red)
Still tryna send this postal, free S1, tell him get with the program
Like, still tryna find my spliff I bun that
Someone tell the weed man come back (ayy, come here)
Hundred racks on my chain, all the leng tings know my name
Grease the waps with air cans
True say, tryna not grab then barehand (nah)
She said "I don't do this bare" and when I get uck I'm grabbin' her hairband
Like, hella f*ckboys be talkin', that's how a rumors starts
We we don't fist fight with opp boys, call up my shooter fast
She's givin' that neck, that face, miss, can you do as I ask?
Like when I see size on signs, I'm itching, it's nothing to get a man slimed
This nine hold so much 'bine and bro got my back like he's my spine
My bad one called and I pressed decline, in Range Sport press recline
I'm in The Shard in an escalator, new yard, tryna find a decorator
Like ten waps, I'm the designator
Standard one, it's a generator
Bullet boy, I'm Ashley, I can't let her hold on mine
Sometimes I feel like Skrapz (why) I can't stop rollin' with Nines
She was on my bro, but I know she a hoe, cah last time I see her with another guy
Jailhouse, fist and kicks and bust out his left eye, but I tried get the other eye
If I step on the roads with my samurai, anytime gyal see me get butterflies
When we step on the roads, we step with poles, they already knows how my bruddas like
And these hoes wanna rave and tape with opps, wait 'til we leave the raves taped
They're all gonna bath in blood, but my opps wanna bathe in ape
It's like everyone's talkin' drillings, but they ain't foolin' us (no)
Why niggas hating their bitches? (Why)
It's 'cause you keep callin' us (shit den)
If I press it, he's meetin' death
Don't jam, now die
Lift it up, try turn you red man
Then watch him drop, how high
Writer: Darren Diggs, Nathan Tokosi
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.