AMBUSH

Psychs (What, what, what, what) (Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait) I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-O corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch Up off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip Three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six, with bae I can't slip I could talk on bare mans name, 15 That was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides, man went on the wap Got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at tops or- Tryna just ching man out of their J's, ayy Broski holdin' the clutch then brake Bros too tapped, he keeps on squeezing Sneezing, this is the shotgun season Get back gang where the dotty's revealing S slapped it, jumped out and beat it Gang 'dem crash, no Flight of the Phoenix Two in the dots for five of these eediats Shh, got cheffed up and then left bleeding Lack on the road, that's normal procedures These opp boys must've gone ku-ku 'Cause I'm really on drills, no fibs Man's holding a fuck off chings If you see Double Lz, step round with a limp Always two guns up in the whip Slap that quick, watch his whole body twitch Don't think you can ride on the Nizz Man slide right back in a tinted whip If I slap this corn out the hand ting It's a mad ting if I press this trigger Six man squashed in this dinger Chest shot chinger, jump out gang with this spinner This opp thot come way too inna She don't know who's the driller To all the opp boys, it's your friends we bill up No reaction, they don't ride for their nigga I'm on the ol' ten tours with my soldiers I don't beef my age, I got beef with olders Man crash this corn off motors His shotgun slaps and it flings my shoulder Fucking joker Carnage, tryna spill juice, that's soaker And they both got poked up (yo) I'm tryna do it like Boogs Fling blades in hoods but they got broski on the case This shotgun come long like Grace Half to half it so it comes in the rave On the stage with H, big shank on my waist Gang changing plates Tape off your estates then head straight back to the base This sweet one keeps talking 'bout dates If I slap this gauge, whole neighbourhood awakes Bro Kush put his foot on the brakes My driller backed it and try hit that face Either way, it works both ways Bro's drunk off Wrays, got corn for days So I don't get blammed on the mains I'm in the back of this car, no taxi Sadly, I beg a man please try mad me You'll see this hand ting get handy Live-O corn when I slap this badly One in the head, jump out and get tappy I didn't catch him, I didn't go back happy Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys Bally up, spot man and get splashy Switch, you don't wanna see me switch Up off the moped with a stick, no witch The sweet ones stepped out in drip Three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick Telling me she rates my songs and dick Back Rambos, not a fan of flicks This .38 hand ting holds six, bae I can't slip I could talk on bare mans name, 15 That was me on the ride with my blade Then the next two rides, man went on the wap Got brought, the spinner and the gauge If you don't see no one at tops or- Tryna just ching man out of their J's, ayy Broski holdin' the clutch then brake (Psychs)