[Intro]

Bro, bro

It's them Jackboys, bro, I swear

It's them Jackboys, bro

It's them, Union Jackboys, bro, bro

They call him bro

What the fuck do you mean you broke the whole weed, bro?

What the, bro, what the fuck?

Yo

Ah, fuck's sake

[Verse]

You ain't never been handcuffed

Chat so hard, you're building dandruff

Coulda got killed, back then, I had bad luck

Fall flat on my face, got bankrupt

Runtz get smacking' my lungs, got asthma

And I just ghosted the bitch like Casper

Light skin ting, and she from Daglanta

Freaked out geek tryna do it on camera

Yo, bro been cooking the beef

Adding some cheese on top, lasagna

Back that shank then swing it with anger

I ain't gotta pour fake red in my Fanta

Toss comes straight from Spain

Disappear like David Blaine if I see boydem try taking chase

I pop pine bottles, not ace of spades

Don't run out your mouth, don't play those games

I know that my bro won't say no names

So [?] snitch and I'll take that shit to the grave

I don't trust no one, just stick to my blade

Bare food on the block, start fixing the plate

I'll dislocate both discs and the brakes

And the car won't stop when I'm tintin' the Range

I'll spray at your whip, no chop shop

You ain't fucking the scene, no condom

Roll up, need some bread, where can I get more from?

There's so much shit I can't talk on

Bally and gloves, still know it's the [?]

Should've got that straight

So loud to the face, can't concentrate

The badit tops that I got was fake

Cut corners, that's where the prof' gets made

3.3 but the fiends don't know, b

Bro still handle the beef on road

I'm real to the bone, and G to the core

So you're not gonna hear from the streets that I told (never)

I ain't gonna put drugs down

Money on lean, could've went on bust downs

Spat on your team, when your friends got rubbed out

You're not for them, bitch, get the fuck out

Was sitting at home, old clubhouse

Me, I was tryna get hacked like Kung Lao

I got three years, so come now

Yeah, I love lean, but I hate that comedown