[Intro]
(MoraBeats)
[Chorus: GR & Booter Bee]
Free man out the bin, doing canty sheets
I'm still back seat tryna squeeze it
Reload the twin ting, Huey and Riley
Suttin' got shh, now he's up in his feelings
We need more corn for the .38 spin
We're low on teeth, so it's ZK reaping
Causing a ruckus, blue tape in the evening
Rambo blade gon' fuck up your breathing
Ching it, make that boom
Duck that smoke, grab it again and repeat it
My lighty's eyes roll back when I'm deep in
Eyes roll back when my blade goes deep in
Talk slick, slide back, just give me a reason
Two black bells, two ZKs reaping
No cell site, just portable heating
Make a man sit down like it's parents evening
[Verse 1: GR & Booter Bee]
Tryna leave tents when we step in the field
The shotgun bell left his hairline peeled
.9 double M and .44 corn
They hot when they fly, leave insides grilled
Non-life-threatening, you're taking the piss
We're going again till that drop fulfilled
Bro moves that whip, got hands on smoke
He's going again and he's using skill
The G-lock fresh out the box like Kurdz
Come to the block, that's a turn for the worst
Who's that there? Know we're taking a turn
I'mma fly it again, I ain't taking turns
They keep getting touched but they still don't learn
Rallies confused who's doing the works
Bad B, no thong when I off her skirts
Spill juice, stack bread, it's my main concern
[Verse 2: Booter Bee & GR]
Circle the 2 and I'm rocking a bruckback
School days, had a shotgun in my rucksack
Hide in weeds, know bare man done that
Stacks from the bando, I love that, love that
Pulling her hair, says she loves that, love that
He tripped up so I chopped that
Rubbed UpTop, this creaky one, it don't lock back
Obbo been real, can't lack, bro fuck that
Know it was spraying like champs, he ran out of luck
No shellings when he got chopped like buj
Watch everyone run when corn get flung
I do it for bro, gang-gang, that's love
Chop that blade, [?], it won't get chucked
Had an epiphany, an opp got—
Put two in a bruck if I hear 'bout drops
Then bake with my lighty, sloppiest top
[Chorus: GR & Booter Bee]
Free man out the bin, doing canty sheets
I'm still back seat tryna squeeze it
Reload the twin ting, Huey and Riley
Suttin' got shh, now he's up in his feelings
We need more corn for the .38 spin
We're low on teeth, so it's ZK reaping
Causing a ruckus, blue tape in the evening
Rambo blade gon' fuck up your breathing
Ching it, make that boom
Duck that smoke, grab it again and repeat it
My lighty's eyes roll back when I'm deep in
Eyes roll back when my blade goes deep in
Talk slick, slide back, just give me a reason
Two black bells, two ZKs reaping
No cell site, just portable heating
Make a man sit down like it's parents evening
[Verse 3: GR & Booter Bee]
Don't call my bluff, gang leave holes in your top like Shy
Broad Day Gang, still do it at night
I'm surprised he alive like Ian Wright
Get the drop in the Woods, we'll load up the bine
Know I'll bang 'round there like it's Bonfire Night
Done it with my lighty, she holding pipes
Straight back to the T, let me cut down a nine
Mini got smoked tryna smoke on his ciggy
I ain't gotta talk too much, no biggie
No manners, the gang get busy
Back of the ride, me and bro move giddy
Hold my breath when I let that blow
Huff and I puff like three little piggies
Stick to the code, didn't talk to the piggies
If the shoe fits then wear that fully
[Verse 4: Booter Bee & GR]
Invest in a wap, best let yours beat
Don't talk 'bout beef, we live in the street
Just spotted a neek, bro circle the Jeep
No juice on your blade, don't drop on a beat
This cat ain't stray, it's given a shelter
It's given a treat when I bag this B
Don't @ me then turn athlete
This shotgun's lovely, it's coming petite
Heli tryna find who's riding
Ambulance picking up victims fighting
Speak for yourselves but the guys ain't fighting
The new don't know about numerous
That's me and Bee, two swords like vikings
Or two shotguns, snap that, rise it
Flick off the safety, close one eyelid
Blue tape, fly home, close my eyelids
[Chorus: GR, Booter Bee & Both]
Free man out the bin, doing canty sheets
I'm still back seat tryna squeeze it
Reload the twin ting, Huey and Riley
Suttin' got shh, now he's up in his feelings
We need more corn for the .38 spin
We're low on teeth, so it's ZK reaping
Causing a ruckus, blue tape in the evening
Rambo blade gon' fuck up your breathing
[Outro: GR]
Ching it, make that boom
Duck that smoke (MoraBeats)
My lighty's eyes roll back when I'm deep in
Eyes roll back when my blade goes deep in