Lyrics

Get close and squeeze my pole If I rise it up tryna I'm tryna tek that Tek that, tek that Start ringin' on 'em Look Get close and squeeze my pole If I rise it up tryna' take mans soul Auto-mash on my shoulder Clutchin' it tight Pray I don't lose control See, man talk shit on the net That ain't no opp That's a fucking troll (Low' it) Bubble butt ting just throwing it back She speakin' Espanol (Ahh) Gang incentive, thirties You know we bang extendeds I used to hang on pensions, bare teeth I'm like the family dentist (Umm) This yute came full of resentment Now man resent him I got all these built up connections My army's genuine Look, look (Jheez) Bodily harm, grievous Slap that ting man send him to Jesus (Ayy, ayy) More sweets than Reese's Pieces Slap that ting man send him to Venus My G's, my man with a rambo Can't even lie Kwengface had to keep it I was outside just meeting them cats And now I'm in business meetings (Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, wooo) Any crooked looks Roast him, I got the cookin' book Got the forty-five strap That's just wush and push (Push) I'm in the million pound meetin' I'm with Buck and Mook I'm with the old school 'Nam generals I just buck with those Wush-wush and push I need a leng ting like Lola Brooke I learned how to whip from Terms I can't even lie, this ain't no good book Used to leave my mash on whip, wake up Left my stick in the bush (Glat, bap) Man now get your headback took Who's that ringin'? An unknown caller All my opp boys swimmin' Dip Splash, all of them water When I step in the cut, hide your mum Sister and daughter All my guys are ballers Drip, drip, drip they in water (Jheez, ahh) Look, who's that ringin'? An unknown caller All my opp boys swimmin' Dip splash, all of them water When I step in the cut Hide your mum, sister and daughter (Hah) All my guys are ballers Drip, drip, drip they in water (Jheez, ah, ahh) Wicked talks, alright I might twist his corpse (Corpse) Got that biscuit cut Bap, bap, I got twisted thoughts (Ahh) You can't pick and choose, bullies You're just twistin' balls Alright, quickly, pause Switch it, she's in sexy shorts (Jheez) She know that's that boy Watch it, she might get divorced ('Vorced) They ain't believe in us But God gets 'em bored (Haha) And they'll gas your dawg, fuck him You know that's a fraud (Nerd) We swing Peckham swords Kwengface, we came back and scored Look Swing this sword, Zorro Jump out with Snoop You ain't seein' tomorrow I got my wap on me when I walk in the park Now I feel like Hollow (Woo) I love wicked talk Big that back that stick will talk When I put on my gloves and mask I'm different I got twisted thoughts Look, jump out the ride man slap that And I got peng ting screamin' out black gang (Oi, come 'ere) And I'm way to litty, for really All the opp boys had to block me off Snapchat Kweng got chinged? That's rap cap Tryna see all of the opps in the back shack Want beef and a plate? He can have that Man put a ruger slug through your hat Who's that ringin'? An unknown caller All my opp boys swimmin' Dip splash, all of them water When I step in the cut, hide your mum Sister and daughter All my guys are ballers Drip, drip, drip they in water (Jheez, ahh) Look, who's that ringin'? An unknown caller All my opp boys swimmin' Dip splash, all of them water (Dip-dip-dip, dip) When I step in the cut, hide your mum Sister and daughter (Hah) All my guys are ballers Drip, drip, drip they in water (Jheez, ah, ahh)
Writer(s): Livingstone Este Satekla, Nathaniel Thompson, Willie Albert Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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