Lyrics

Fuck you looking at, nigga? I'm still trying to find out Nigga Hold on, hold on Oh, we got a problem here? We got a problem? We got a problem nigga? Jmillz Production Oops Oh no, I'm not sparin' no one (Oh no) Oops, I done it again, no Britney (Oops) Bun man, tu'n that history You ain't comin' back like frisbees (No you ain't) Bro's on the wing like Ribery Them man are talkin', Oprah Winfrey (Chatty) Speak with your chest my yute, don't hint me Badman step on the L with a glizzy (Brrr) Oh no, I'm not sparin' no one Oops, I done it again, no Britney (Oops) Bun man, tu'n that history You ain't comin' back like frisbees (No you ain't) Bro's on the wing like Ribery Them man are talkin', Oprah Winfrey (Bow) Speak with your chest my yute, don't hint me Badman step on the L with a glizzy (Brrr) Tap that, man slap that (Bow) We was two straps up like a handbag Gang-gang pull up on your block like askar Jump Out Gang out the Astra hatchback (Bow) What's that broski's pullin' out the manbag? Tell my young boy go there, bring the wap back (Bring it) Slap that in his snapback They know it's all facts, we ain't into the rap cap She just got the wood, now she's over the moon (Happy) So I told her I'll be back soon Ay Trapo, let's slide 'cause I'm in that mood (Trapo) Ever seen three opps and you're tellin' bro "shoot"? (Bang it) Question, question Do you really do what you rap in the booth? (Do you?) Kweff him, kweff him up Bruce too loose man, he ain't got screws (Tapped) See-see my opp and I'm spinnin' it Rippin' it, drillin' it, chingin' it Corn in a gun, get a bit of it (Bow) Teeth in a spinner ting Jump Out Gang on them idiots (Bow) We ain't tryna hit no civilians, I swear We was just tryna get down affiliates Diligent, militant, bookey, insidious Scoreboard ridiculous, gang-gang's winnin' it (Oi) Oh no, I'm not sparin' no one Oops, I done it again, no Britney (Oops) Bun man, tu'n that history You ain't comin' back like frisbees (No you ain't) Bro's on the wing like Ribery Them man are talkin', Oprah Winfrey (Bow) Speak with your chest my yute, don't hint me Badman step on the L with a glizzy (Brrr) I ain't talkin' footwear, but we got sliders (Silders) Strap on the hip like it's a cowboy ride (Oi) Spin ting spins like four door tyres I ain't talkin' jobs when a man gets fired (Fired) Your gun don't beat, your wap is expired You got the all the drip, but where you residing? (Where?) Chip and a riz with your friend combined And lil bro tryna blow man, tell him it's timing (Timing) Gyal wan' skin out, skin out, wan' sit down, sit down Like good pussy gyal fi get tings (Ayy, ayy) I swear that's an opp? Come talk, full stop Better run when I rev that engine (Runner) This life I live is all hectic Swing this chinger tryna make him accept it Rise that strap when I find those kids (Bow) Double tap that, won't like no pic (Bow) I'm gonna raise hell like Slim Jim did (Free him) Peek out the car and I bet that sprint (Oi) I'm back with a bang, get left in the mist Opp block creeping watch Skiz get shived (Bow) Kweff that right where I cheffed that Left that and pray he gets put in my spliff Prick, pop this door in sync, you're pissed When you try sprint don't trip Oh no, I'm not sparin' no one (Oh no) Oops, I done it again, no Britney (Oops) Bun man, tu'n that history You ain't comin' back like frisbees (No you ain't) Bro's on the wing like Ribery Them man are talkin', Oprah Winfrey (Chatty) Speak with your chest my yute, don't hint me Badman step on the L with a glizzy (Brrr) Oh no, I'm not sparin' no one Oops, I done it again, no Britney (Oops) Bun man, tu'n that history You ain't comin' back like frisbees (No you ain't) Bro's on the wing like Ribery Them man are talkin', Oprah Winfrey (Bow) Speak with your chest my yute, don't hint me Badman step on the L with a glizzy (Brrr) Bow Oops Haha, you know how it gets man Gang way, O Way, free the gang
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