Dri-Fit

Got a thing on me when I go to the ****

I hate them copper house neeks

Got a brand new wap an' I fill it with teeth

Pablo mans live in the G

Mans 10 side repping my flag come green

Mask on my face like 'Scream'

You know the feeling tryna make man scream

Got smoke like steam

And **** got ducked out the ends by the team

**** Got packed now he lives in their dreams

Opp-opp thot come wet like cream, said, "Pablo you know how to make me cream"

She know I’m the boss in the sheets

And she know gang live in the streets

And you know if your bitch on me

I ain't from the block but I'll give her the D

I'm anti, see if you talk

If you warn-, if you warn try cut tru Greenwich

Come to the haddo the arb

If the mash empty tell bro reload it

Don’t let me lock this arm

'Cause it's finna get long if I'm locked and loaded

I'on really like my left

Right hand ying dat, leave that soaking

And if I catch me a opp on the rebound

I ain’t gotta say no words he’s bolting

Tell a man come back don’t cut

And if I got the drop

I’m telling bro strike like he’s doing up bowling

(They know where I'm at)

They know where I'm at

So tell me a reason the opps ain’t rolling

Coulda got left open, he’s a pending pack

But today I feel like

Tell pablo ay come let’s roll him

I step ina active gilet

Back that juice garn spill like beverage

His dri fit got turnt to a wet fit

And you know I did that one in my tech fit

Bally on face and a bruck down Lexus

Slap it corn coulda had him for breakfast

Me and bro got teeth like dentist

Randz ready said we're a menace like Dennis

I try wet his head not blessing

I swear that you s from a like Texas

Bag that serve that green like lettuce

And I still serve these shots like tennis

Locking off-, locking off anyone's function

All cah they ain't out our name on the guest list

Opp boy got boxed like xmas weren’t by me it was one my members

(Present)

And I swear that my man should've turnt' package

And if I hop off the ped with Active, show and tell guess what's in my jacket

They ain't doin' up ICT but we want beef and them man can't hack it

(Free) Free bro he was doin' up hattrick, mash come old like the sixties fashion

(Try make) Try make me a drip like Oasis, now I've got blood all over my shavers

My Air 1's got turnt' into Loubs', that's his residue all over my trainers

That's three man up in a ride tryna' make that boot with our Major Lazer's

And **** got turnt' into flavours, serve that shit to the cats now I'm caking

(I step in and active, get lit back that juice gon' spill like beverage

If the mash empty tell bro ''Reload it''

And you know I did that one in my Tech-Fit

Finna' get long if I'm locked and loaded

Bally on face in a bruck down Lexus

Right hand ying that leave that soaking, leave that soaking, leave that)