Lyrics

Yeah Buyaka Buyaka pow pow Yeah Yeah In the car It's just me and my Shetty And the beef getting slim in spaghetti If you talking connects I got plenty (got heaps) I know niggas from south to the east (south east) I know niggas from east to the west (pow) Couple niggas will give you the grease Make a call to get rid of the pests I'm really the best I'm sick of these threats (sick of these threats) Enough talking just pull up and do some (pull up bitch) All D when I'm guarding my reputation Niggas think that they're playing with Buffon Make a wish and I'll write you a coupon (ha ha) Nah you ain't really a gangsta (nah) Typing your name up in YouTube to me you Ain't real you just seem like a prankster Aye (you a joke) Ring up the lebs let them handle the business (aye handle that shit) Then it's straight to the fobs Tell them run up acting like their vicious Niggas love getting jumpy like frogs Till I make em slow down like turtles In the trap I never get paper cuts All I see is the green and the yellow Yeah cool kid from the B block Making friends happy when they see my Face cause I'm pulling up with that ziplock School days use to rock them G Shocks Take control I ain't playing no Xbox Cops get cocky and vex us When we get mad they try to arrest us Mum I'm sorry about my ways Ride out on opps then it's back to the block Yeah of course I'm using Waze They fuck with my music out west That's why I'm getting all types of plays I ain't talking no fish filet but I'll skin these boys all day And just like Sydney Youngin's I'm having a ussypay buffet He says so when he's in a state of mind Can't keep it for me We both know that shits's a part of life Get me that icy necklace and maybe I'll forget this Put it down in my checklist like baby can I get this
Writer(s): Ananthu Nair, Hinenuiterangi Tairua, John Kwiah Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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