The fumez in the stu' come loud
Fuck the clout, we're plugged in
Plugged in with Fumez, yea (Gr-r)
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(Gr-r-r-r-r)
Yo, I'm live and I just got bine (Don't bring a hammer inside)
It's fine, the gang know I'm one of a kind
I've beat off this mash like a million times
Bad on my J's but I'm badder with slime
Bro got a Mash in his hand on the sly
Mhm, he's nice but he's getting excited
We know he ain't about that life
If I said 'It's on sight' then you show up
Never cared for the fame, I just blow up
Bredrin's sick in his head, Imma throw up
He left a big hole in the middle, no donut
Baking, been tryna get all my dough up
Short temper, no I don't wanna grow up
I don't care what they wanted to show us
I don't want to speak, cause the feds wanna know us
I'm TeeZandos, Zandos on go, (Go!)
I been outside, tryna double up
Chest shot huddle up, wipe man's nose
You spoke in the station, you're breaking the code
And you know I can kill a man lyrically?
You can't know what I get done physically
I left the scene and the crowds IDing me (gr-r-r-r-r)
Show me a ting with my booting ability (huh!)
We bring smoke to the function, me and Ree
And I love bang bang (Like TNT)
I hate Undies, I know when they're preeing me
Sat in a cell thinking 'When are you freeing me?' (ha-a)
5 foot, brown eyes, getting whiplash
Gamble your life, didn't bring cash (hoa!)
She said 'Your boy didn't dig that'
No Filly 9.50, that's big cap (blr)
She got creases like an Air Force 1
Buy them both black, they don't ever mismatch (m-m)
Toys growing up, cause they never miss matches
This drops, this drop, table for the dispatch
I work too hard never ever relax
Like Rosa Parks, I don't ever sit back
Bro keep two sticks in the ride like 'Twix'
And he fling them packs when he see a 'Kit-Kat'
If you didn't wanna anguished
You shouldn't have run
Poor aunties lost innocent sons
And I know I'm his bro, but he had to get burnt
And I think it's more peak cause he gave me the (Shh)
Now he's calling me 'Fergy' cause I got a feeling
Mhm, and the feeling's appealing
Make a man lie down with no sexual healing
I hope he don't know what he's feeling (whoa!)
The rum is it's portions portant
And if they ain't gang, then I just can't roll with them bro
In the back with the blickys loading them
Sliming them man on no 'Nickelodeon'
Yeah I come from the jungle, not humble
I give bitches reasons to get up and rap (you know)
And to think I was quitting this year, they're digging my ting
So I'm bringing it back
The line rung like those for a short-by show
And they asked for me-e?! (Me-e-e)
I was outside with the guys and swinging my knife
In the age of fifteen (m-m)
Am outside, gerrup (gr-r-r)
Am on time, ger-r-rup (gr-r-r)
He got a sad, ger-r-rup
And if you really got bangin'
You better ger-r-rup