Part 1: Prod. by FarrokhBeats x Yooo9ine x @OttWesting

Drip, put your gyalie on ropes

Flip, gyalie she chatting loads

Man piss off, cut off your fringe

Go over the hedge, it's nothing like fetch

Look, fuck off it's not your sauce

Splash, re-up give it to boss

Move aggy, give him a floss

Get rid of that plaque

Could have been then this

Could have been S (9iner)

Give up the names, I pattern them

Why you der life, you're smoking blem

Neeky dudes, I'm not your friend

She catting to suck the squad like canister

Draw the uck like Dracula

Bop with the cruddiest crew

Just smash up the relevant bop

Bop widda bop, bop widda bop

Now shawty she no wan leave mi

Bruck, bruck your back me wan pon it

Hit, hit her back, she dun talking

Hit, hit her back, she dun talking

Fu-fuck off batty, tut-tut

I'm on it 'cause she was with it, man dig she tek it (Rrr) gully

Get out my face

Not uh-uh today

Give him a chase

Then tek him in case

All you can eat, opp buffet

Sawn off one, up in her tummy

I cock it back and blast knuckle plate

T-tek it mami, she wasn't ready

All of that gyalie on me like Velma and Daphne

I wasn't ready, zombie

Took up his hand for the crack

On a buzz no banter civilian shook

The mandem froze

Like he done fuck up

Smack him silly turn psycho, villain

Trying to wash your clients

Jbandz finna clock

The boss cop Indiana

Gonna swing at Jones trying to steal his jewels

I don't how she cats for him

All of that ugly, you're telling her fibs

Hoover my kids like Kirby

Slurpy, tut tut, ucky, baby

All of these O’s I made them

I don't know how doughnuts are salty

Now Homer got to move sweets

And Marge want to ride with me

Part 2: Prod. by FarrokhBeats

The O’s got Judas

How many affiliates?

Gotta give blood for their benefits

I dunno bro, huh irrelevant

Fendi bop, finna bop elegant

Sexy yatt but she love manifest

Just give her the simple gnash and Dennis, Menace

Pipe, fill melanin up

Hold the nank in his pocket

Back it, you couldn't

You know what's good

I pulled the plug from my socket

Watch him, you couldn't

You know I was good

I don't know how to shut up

That's why you see me on tings

I can't take the risk for a next man

Boss, you're a dickhead

Had to lowe the kebabs

How can I get skinny no fat

And, my man text me when

Bro-bro lack with a zombie

Trying to body this king, finna swing like George

Rambo twinning

Bang on jugjug

Wave head on a subway surf

I can't fear no human

Give a salty look

Oi, you ain't bolo

You're an actor, on Snappy

Them man suck up to certain man

Preventing ching-ching in the future

Maybe I should

Maybe I shouldn't

Uh-uh, you don't do them tings

How's your day?

How you doing?

Hu-huh did you feel that corn?

Bare man (tut) itchy

They want to scratch me

They wan' finish tracks, huh

I don't know if they heard about consequence

Trip him, dudu, medieval, evil

You don't wanna see 9iner

Hit him, dudu, it's gully, funny

I don't want to see minor

Reggie piss off

Get out my way

Listen, lowe him, hella lucky

N9, uh-uh

Do it myself

Once I tun a man ugly, can't be

Sexy

Test me

I feel my gyalie horny for me

Tropical batty, Asian batty

Wifey, catty, patterned now she mine

If I offer veggie with kebab

Keep it low-key

Be my customer, tut tut

My temper, steamy

You can see the condensation

On his bludclart face