Slat, slat, slat, slat (brrrr)
Attention
SebzBeats baby
Ay
Pull up and brr
Fuck all the chat I'll do it for slat
Pull up and bap
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Ying, ying, ying, ying (ay take me in)
Pull up, step with yingers and waps
(And I slept in tracks)
Still tryna jump out dingers and slap
(Bap, bap I'm letting it clap)
Still tryna wipe mans nose like slat
(Slat, slat for slat)
Pinata and get man whacked
(Bap, bap)
Pull up, step with yingers and waps
(And I slept in tracks)
Still tryna jump out dingers and slap
(Bap, bap I'm letting it clap)
Still tryna wipe mans nose like slat
(Slat, slat for slat)
Pinata and get man whacked
(Bap, bap)
I still jump out dingers and do it
Mans hopping out with sweets like ChewIt
Mans tryna creep and beat get to it
If not then I ying man bleak I'll do it
Been around, jump out and I ying man
Or I make sure that a slug go in man
And I swear man I'm still upset so if I see man he'll see this tek
Up this pole and reveal this tеk
Man up this pole I'm revealing flеsh
They don't wanna spin this whip if I
Ying this prick I might see mans death
Legs when they see man cheff
Weren't me could've been PS
See S then you might see death
Still pull up and wet a mans face no stress
Press, I wanna speak less
PS I've been on BS
I'll back it out, I'll make 'em see death
Chess move queen to the left
I was in jail used to speak on the tech
Now I just shout I get pees when I rep
Walk, step I've been with the set
Talk, threats they've been get cheffed
Still gotta rise them waps up pronto
Corn in a man dancing like Azonto
I'd rather ying the yute in his neck
Than hit a man up with a one two convo
Me and L like LA and Rondo, now he's in the wok just giving out convo
Still bring yings straight out of the bins
Or man bring things let it beat like bongos
Pull up, step with yingers and waps
(And I slept in tracks)
Still tryna jump out dingers and slap
(Bap, bap I'm letting it clap)
Still tryna wipe mans nose like slat
(Slat, slat for slat)
Pinata and get man whacked
(Bap, bap)
Pull up, step with yingers and waps
(And I slept in tracks)
Still tryna jump out dingers and slap
(Bap, bap I'm letting it clap)
Still tryna wipe mans nose like slat
(Slat, slat for slat)
Pinata and get man whacked
(Bap, bap)
I'm getting money
I used to get it, my nose it was runny
Now I just get it when I'm in a lobby
Pigs are pathetic they can't get it from me
She want the Whitney, she don't want Bobby
She wanna lick me, she don't want body
I'm a bit tipsy, I don't want Vossy
I'm with the Henny, I move a bit cocky, yay
Drive that B-O-A-T and I make the ting beat like G-O-A-T
Let it beat with my afro or it's my hat low, I might just do a Jay Z
Bad bitch booked me a AP
I still got it tucked in my C-O-A-T
Might just do a Stacey, rob man I might just do it stainey
Swing still hopping out with knives
Swinging it, digging out someone's eye
Man's tryna see someone die, gotta make them pay cah they made mum cry
Clocked badman tryna creep up sly
When I got my man he was screaming "why?"
Corn in my hand tryna leave him high
I just upped this pole and I seen him fly
Swing, swing put it in then pull it
Or it's a whole of the bullets, foolish
I know I shouldn't do it, stupid
I still step with the thing in the hoodish
Nah wait I meant hoodie
HitSquad baby I'm a block bully
When we step, get it correct how many opps got put in a zoobie?
Pull up, step with yingers and waps
(And I slept in tracks)
Still tryna jump out dingers and slap
(Bap, bap I'm letting it clap)
Still tryna wipe mans nose like slat
(Slat, slat for slat)
Pinata and get man whacked
(Bap, bap)
Pull up, step with yingers and waps
(And I slept in tracks)
Still tryna jump out dingers and slap
(Bap, bap I'm letting it clap)
Still tryna wipe mans nose like slat
(Slat, slat for slat)
Pinata and get man whacked
(Bap, bap)