[Intro: TB Stacka]

Yo, yo, yo, yo, huh

[Verse 1: TB Stacka & whoskwamz]

Her face card valid (boy!)

Paint her face, no palette (haha)

Tryna hit man with the mallet

The gang thinks man’s not sane like Malik

She asks why I’m out so late

It’s all for the jugg and no, I didn’t plan it (I didn’t plan it)

I didn’t know how to run it up back then

And now, I do and for guys, it’s tragic (it’s peak)

Huh

Now I’m in a Porsche

(Ski, ski, ski, ski)

LZ tryna kick down doors

It don’t get lonely, whole gang top floor

You know that the guy’s been speeding

Speeding in this Lamborghini Aventador

He mentioned my name on his BandLab tracks

Like T- why are you lying for? (why you lying)

[Verse 2: TB Stacka & whoskwamz]

They said I have beef?

That’s dead, casket

Tell her just whine up your waist then arch it (ahh man)

Me, I don’t do all that talking

Arch up ya back then take this darling

Boring, talk on my name, that’s jarring

Slide on ya block, we’rе touring (skrrr)

Bro’s matching my Denim Tears (boy!)

So you know that the gang stay balling

Argh, shit, I wrappеd it

Sike, you thought that I did

I didn’t have a G19 like bro but S got unlimited sticks

If you knew my struggle and how long it took to rise bands

You man wouldn’t say nish (say nothin’)

Do it like producers, leave heads mixed

I hate childish girls

Imma brush these chicks like-

[Verse 3: TB Stacka & whoskwamz]

I can take it back at bit, not nice

‘019, stealing from the pot of rice (real talk)

I took the chances and rolled that dice

Brudda, move, I don’t want your advice (just brush)

They say they’re on me

Lol, I’m dying

If that was true, to the T, they’d slide (they ain’t come yet)

They said “Kwame, you get too angry”

“I don’t like it” B, you know it’s not nice

[Verse 4: TB Stacka & whoskwamz]

Don’t cap in my rap, I exaggerate (huh?)

Try take off ya cap like a graduate

Best rapper my age, no candidate

Like season’, let the whole truth marinate (boy)

We been taking off caps on graduates (yeah)

Kwamz always been top 2 advocates (yeah)

These man wanna talk on me? It’s calm

Brodie came round and slapped the stick (bap, bap)

They like when I rap, I don’t cap in it (I don’t cap)

Sent for me and got burnt, can’t handle it (yeah)

She’s 10 out of 10 but she listens to T-

All of a sudden, can’t stand the chick (get out)

Cutting thru Lagos like arcanepl

We got chopsticks in the ride like CL

Cut from the motive, you ain’t on that GL

The shit that I say in my rhymes is real (it’s real)

[Verse 5: TB Stacka & whoskwamz]

This sweet one loves Afrobeats (bad B)

But she still wanna hold this Ruger (grr)

I don’t trust them boys like Future

IVD how them boys tell rumours

Out late in black

You know man crept on the block like Konan (creeping)

Tryna leave man red like the postman (boy)

Tryna slap that boy with no hands (no hands)

When I stepped to the mo, I was cheeky wid it (ah man)

They know Kwamz moves greazy wid it

When I had a flick ting, I was creeping wid it

Skeng got hollow tips and veneers in the ting

Step to your strip, now I’m beating the ting

And I been manifesting, I believe in the wins

Everybody gives verbal, they all got wings

Fill up the rata with the bine, let it sing, laive

[Bridge: TB Stacka & whoskwamz]

Yo, yo, yo, yo (aye)

Yo, yo, yo, yo (hahah)

Yo, yo, yo, yo

You already know my ting, we’re laive (boy)

(Ski, ski, ski, ski) Boy

[Outro: whoskwamz]

When suttin’ goes wrong, they give me the blame

TB Stacka & Kwamz on a track, it’s mental

You man are not in our lane

And as for T- see you again (Imma see you)

Lame bare CTK Girls, what???

I’m younger than you, brudda,have some shame

Wait

Wheel it up like a DJ

They know when I glide on a beat, it’s insane

Laive