Part 1

[Intro]

KZ

BKay

[Verse]

Beat off the drum, hit him in his high hat, no trace

I don't really smoke but bro done put him in a rizzler, the ting's got bass

See me in the flesh and they're tryna win gold medals, big man, I ain't got that pace

Fed chase on a 125, bruck up my foot in the alley but I got away

And the ped's OK, could've got caged, but I'm still slanging this weight

Nuttin' was fake, you clocked like [?]

I missed two times before I hit man's face

And he's telling you they clocked it late, it don't make no sense

Everybody's adding that K, I say 0'K, now they ain't in ends

If you ain't 'bout dough, what you talk 'bout?

I trap from the early morning to the stars out

Skunk weed in the house, got my yard now

Bitch steady talking 'bout reds, get the fuck out

I'm in the trap with the line from the days that man had to get hot water from kettles

Don't fuck with beef, fuck with my P's, imma push blades in vestments

Clear skin boy with acne, cah' manna got bare spots

Take a next life broad day, mumzy's left with more than a teardrop

SA looks like he's on crack, I'm tryna splash him in his femur

Knivework on fleek, goddamm, pavement's finna taste bare Rebina, akh

Woulda seen [?], Rebina

That's that juice coming out your coat

Long time I ain't see Patrina

'Nuff man got dipped with the bitch, you know

'Nuff man got dipped with the bitch, you know

OD's got the trap line jumpin'

MD, I got the opp boys jumpin'

They ain't tryna get sliced like pizza

Woulda seen [?], Rebina

That's that juice coming out your body

Everybody [?] like Lee and Bobby

But nobody's getting their P's up

Shooters on your feet, gotta re-up

OD's got the trap line jumpin'

MD, I got the opp boys jumpin'

They ain't tryna get sliced like pizza

Part 2

[Intro]

HL8

BKay

[Verse]

They ain't tryna get cut like their bredrin

Heads in palms, got niggas just stressin'

Z said he not involved

But he always got something to say, see him, get him

See my black face in a sweatin'

MDizz over 0, I said it

Make money then whip gets spended

MD over 0, I meant it

I got bits and bobs, that's nuttin' like the CBDs, throwback

Take grub and skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, look, I been called that

My tracks, they reload that, if O's in the 0, he's 'garn reload that

Move food on street, bro, then reload on the C-low pack

Certain man's mums are crack fiends

And they're jumping on the track for a bad B

Told you that the kid's got acne

Re-up on 2s and you're worried 'bout a trap fiend

Don't affiliate me with no patty

Or any nigga that's focused on batty

Dotts, tryna fill it with candy

Real nigga rap, punchlines come handy

The Uber man, I still use that man, it was me that you saw in that taxi

Boomerang when I boom that trap, come back again for those racks, B

We used to be cool, that's mad G, I'll still do that nigga on a backstreet

The Uber man, I still use that man, I don't bang for my Addison Lee

Pure smoke if you're cancer B, and this shit's ironic, I'm a Cancer, G

Talk about works on MD, it's only brownies with hands on me

Man Barcelona your bitch, tiki-taka with my Gs

See the boy, I'm onto that prick, turn him pack and then I leave

I don't bang for my Addison Lee, DB still get 'round there in dings

3-door or 5-door, jump out shit, or 3 1-2s just wizzin'

No kiddin', dotts to your face like a Hindu, I do it like Villain

Free Emz, got 9 do 4-and-a-half, lil' man's 'ready getting used to prison (Traphouse Mob)

MB done did it with a kitchen

Cah' the chete-cah' the chete-cah' the chete wouldn't go through

Wound's just looking so butters, butters like Ugly Betty

[?] looking Ugly Betty, but she's got the confidence to screw

Out of 10, she's -2

Ain't worried 'bout niggas like you, chillin' on the block, waiting for a 2s

If you heard DB's onto you, done told you, the pavement's finna taste juice

MB's been doing up fox, tryna move all that raasclart food

Nigga's crazy, nuttin' like Ku

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