Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Slide thru in a Focus
Big drip, they know this
Lean in my cup potent
Young boy bank up with lotion
Phone keep ringin', packs stay flingin'
They're talkin' 'bout bands I've made
They don't know that yard's got raid
Yard's got raid
[Verse 2]
Baby want a trap star
And we trap hard
My bros with me, and they bang hard
Free the guys doin' bang up
Talk on my name, get wrapped up
Opp boys stay bankrupt
They better go get their bands up
No conspiracy, so we bank up
[Verse 3]
On a ride with bro, chop that dotty
Whip gon' skate, call that hockey
Attack them blocks, have man jockey
Double tap waps, spray that properly
Bro plowed off a hundred bands
Get round, they're in a transit van
Fifteen man on a ride, that's gang
[Verse 4]
Sad bitch talkin' 'bout bad
She got nobody, she's talkin' bare
She better drop noddy
And the drill's done properly
And I'm headed to the top
And they can't stop me, no
No, they can't stop me
[Verse 5]
I'm headed to the top
When I see them, it's no love
Dem man, they're so hopeless
Touch one of mine, don't hold up
G1's whippin' up coca
Pour me up, toast up
Toast up (Toast up)
[Verse 6]
Had five on my wish list
So I stepped in the kitchen
G1 whipped it up in a instant
So hot, that T house kickin'
Tryna eat this cake, Kipling
In the pot, fishes swimmin'
Drug raid, T house kickin'
Hot stove, wrist stay flickin'
No sign, opps missin'
Free bro, clock's tickin'
I'm here, I'm livin'
Tryna get this guap, so instant
[Verse 7]
Rude boy, better watch your lip
Or that's gang on peds, on strips
By the pound, how we gettin' them in
By the pound, how we gettin' them in
Written by: Yahye Guled Hassan