Evil Brothers

(Ghosty) Gabbana! Ay, Sav, why you wet him like that? You're evil (why?) Ay, blud, how you talkin' about evil? You gave man 22 chings, that's lethal Nah, that one was shit Remember when you ran back over the bridge And you tomahawked, that one was sick (sick) Nah, remember when you chinged three man on the mains? Hunch, you lost your shit (bah) Ay, Sav, why you wet him like that? You're evil (why?) Ay, blud, how you talkin' about evil? You gave man 22 chings, that's lethal Nah, that one was shit Remember when you ran back over the bridge And you tomahawked, that one was sick (sick) Nah, remembеr when you chinged three man on the mains? Hunch, you lost your shit (bah) How you gon' talk about mazе like you ain't done it too? Sav, that one's hypocritical Blud, you run through the opp block Chetty in hand, bait face, Hunch, you're a criminal Man keep the talking ting to a minimal Step out on violence, I'm known to get physical Bro whacked my man, licked off his pinnacle Jumped out, splash, condition critical Keep on chattin', Huncho I'll keep on stabbin' Wrap and damp him Thought I was gassed when I said That the opps don't slide on the P When I'm dyin', rampin' Four man in the back of the ride That's me tryna squash man in on a mad ting I pray that I go 'round there And see one of them guys If not, man's sittin' there campin' I got more than ten on my wetter My bro pulled up, emptied the 'retta And I don't even like chingin' girls But if I told young Sav, "Get her" he'll get her You ain't ever had to pree that ching With bro like, "Yo, which ching was better?" Splash man up on the scene I had to cut from pigs in the mains, that one, there's pepper Ay, Sav, why you wet him like that? You're evil (why?) Ay, blud, how you talkin' about evil? You gave man 22 chings, that's lethal Nah, that one was shit Remember when you ran back over the bridge And you tomahawked, that one was sick (sick) Nah, remember when you chinged three man on the mains? Hunch, you lost your shit (bah) Ay, Sav, why you wet him like that? You're evil (why?) Ay, blud, how you talkin' about evil? You gave man 22 chings, that's lethal Nah, that one was shit Remember when you ran back over the bridge And you tomahawked, that one was sick (sick) Nah, remember when you chinged three man on the mains? Hunch, you lost your shit (bah) He already ate that ching, and he still gives verbal He's askin' for more like Oliver Twist If I ever go broke, I ain't pickin' a pocket Or two I'm hands on, now, I'm hittin' a lick I consider myself at home when I'm out on the block I'm out here, I stay on my strip I'd do anything to get bro out the can It weren't part of the plan to go back to the bin I live what I rap, man, I rap what I live School days, first time I put knife in a skin How they lettin' it bang when my man's a snitch? That rat got two on my guys on the wing Another opp didn't know I was pipin' his bitch Man fucked out her throat, had her ridin' my dick If I hit it again, I'll get him lined by his ting When we're all on roads, they don't glide on my strip Jump out the ride, corn get buss Hold that shell in your back like a turtle They know I react to verbal I made man hopped that fence like a hurdle Slip, ching, rip skin I took out my nank, and his blood was purple He tried bust banter on the wing Took it personal, plug in my sock, it'll hurt you Ay, Sav, why you wet him like that? You're evil (why?) Ay, blud, how you talkin' about evil? You gave man 22 chings, that's lethal Nah, that one was shit Remember when you ran back over the bridge And you tomahawked, that one was sick (sick) Nah, remember when you chinged three man on the mains? Hunch, you lost your shit (bah) Ay, Sav, why you wet him like that? You're evil (why?) Ay, blud, how you talkin' about evil? You gave man 22 chings, that's lethal Nah, that one was shit Remember when you ran back over the bridge And you tomahawked, that one was sick (sick) Nah, remember when you chinged three man on the mains? Hunch, you lost your shit (bah-bah, bah-bah) Evil brothers, evil nutters Step with the cutters, do up you and your mothers (ghosty) CGM shit, free up the guys Rah-bah, Gabbana!