[Intro: Duvy & Irack]

It's Duvy

My shorty ridin' like Bonnie

17

Woah, woah

Man, 17

My shorty ridin' like Bonnie

[?]

My shorty ridin' like Bonnie

Ooh, woah

This is an MB13 Production

Facts

[Chorus: Irack]

I chop bricks like karate, yeah

Then I push it to the clientele

What the hell, you couldn't tell?

[?], you would think I'm a yardie, yeah

Like Gotti, in a big body

My shorty ridin' like Bonnie, yeah

Ayy, uh

My shorty ridin' like Bonnie

I chop bricks like karate, yeah

Then I push it to the clientele

What the hell, you couldn't tell?

[?], you would think I'm a yardie, yeah

Like Gotti, in a big body

My shorty ridin' like Bonnie, yeah

Ayy, uh

My shorty ridin' likе Bonnie

[Verse 1: Duvy]

Uh, my shorty ridin' like Bonnie

With hеr hands all up on me, yeah

Duvy so ill, you couldn't tell?

Oh, I'll blow your family, yeah

Homie on that bad block

Out here chippin' mad rocks

Ooh, get clientele

Won't lie, the gang, they be callin' the family, yeah

The family, yeah, the family, yeah

Got my brother in the cage

I know that they tellin' the bobby, yeah

Real rap, no game

Pop out the cut, bet we leavin' you

They ain't believe in us

I know that they schemin' off

Stay by the Canes, and I ain't showin' no feelings, nah

[Chorus: Irack]

I chop bricks like karate, yeah

Then I push it to the clientele

What the hell, you couldn't tell?

[?], you would think I'm a yardie, yeah

Like Gotti, in a big body

My shorty ridin' like Bonnie, yeah

Ayy, uh

My shorty ridin' like Bonnie

I chop bricks like karate, yeah

Then I push it to the clientele

What the hell, you couldn't tell?

[?], you would think I'm a yardie, yeah

Like Gotti, in a big body

My shorty ridin' like Bonnie, yeah

Ayy, uh

My shorty ridin' like Bonnie

[Verse 2: Irack]

Uh, chop a brick like karate, yeah

She said she want me, yeah

Pull up on my own, I left where your shorty, she on me, yeah

Uh, Birkin bag, I believed in you

Two seater in a Beam' with you

Fuck 'em shorties, they ain't in like you

Like you, they ain't in

Trust me, I got more bars than a bin

They say that they in, they down for the win

Police they watch, and they been

Crazy how they say they down for you

When they really wishin' down on you

Behind your back, yeah, they clown on you

[Chorus: Irack]

I chop bricks like karate, yeah

Then I push it to the clientele

What the hell, you couldn't tell?

[?], you would think I'm a yardie, yeah

Like Gotti, in a big body

My shorty ridin' like Bonnie, yeah

Ayy, uh

My shorty ridin' like Bonnie

I chop bricks like karate, yeah

Then I push it to the clientele

What the hell, you couldn't tell?

[?], you would think I'm a yardie, yeah

Like Gotti, in a big body

My shorty ridin' like Bonnie, yeah

Ayy, uh

My shorty ridin' like Bonnie