Castaways

No, I can't get cheffed like Two deep when I step in the back No playing around, get chopped like Or you might get chopped in your arm like 41 no Jenny and Kyle Doing shows like Jeremy Kyle, get boxed in your face, start running a mile I was hungry, mad, now I'm tryna go wild Still can't get a whoosh like Black eye now he looking like Stop running away, I'll just rev on the gas Tap one, tap one like it's ash No way could I lack for a bitch like Little boy got hit in his face No, I ain't gonna lack, got the chop on my waist Free bro, he's locked in a cage Risky Biz won't slap that gauge, test man and you'll meet your maker Gonna ride out by the end of the day No, I can't do dash, my name isn't I can't lie, I'm still waiting for Cah he dashed too quick like Fuck that, I'm gonna cut if I rage Got beat out his kicks like Get a box in your hair like braids Kay Slim, but she calling me Kay I clocked that, so I crossed that out the way Don't get in my face, cheekbones get shaved Baseball got a bat and a glove Your girlfriend's on giving me uck So I told her, come to the back of the club Got a spliff in my hand with a bottle of rum You claim risky as your opp, I ain't seen you once don't lie on the net All these girls so tired, go lie on your bed Don't miss, still dropping their set Too many man been wet I can name like so many men I ain't been touched by none of these gems We're stuck where we are With no house, no car Castaways, ahoy We are castaways