Tit for tat, rise some sticks
Trip up and you're—
Hop in a four door truck and drift
Ghosty
Drip, drip, dip, dip
They talk, man's laughin'
Them man soon end up a—
Trip up and you're pissed, skid
No analog, just clutch and stick
How many man been fuckin'—
They talk, man's laughin'
Them man soon end up a target
Ay, come here
Tit for tat, rise some sticks (Ay, bow)
Trip up and you're pissed, skid (You're done)
Hop in a four door truck and drift (Skrr)
No analog, just clutch and stick (Ay)
Drip, drip, dip, dip (Ching)
How many man been fuckin' chinged? (How many?)
They talk, man's laughin'
Them man soon end up a target (Boom, bow)
Tit for tat, rise some sticks (Ay, bow)
Trip up and you're pissed, skid (You're done)
Hop in a four door truck and drift (Skrr)
No analog, just clutch and stick (Ay)
Drip, drip, dip, dip (Ching)
How many man been fuckin' chinged? (How many?)
They talk, man's laughin'
Them man soon end up a target (Boom, bow)
Drip, drip, I'll make man slip (Splash)
Bro's too loose with the broom, no witch (Ay)
I've got a ZK on the ride, no kitch' (Ching, ching)
I told my broski, "Don't move like a bitch"
Drip, drip, tell my bro "don't slip" (Ay)
Roll with a shank tucked, no time to throw fists (Splash)
Treat the opps like chips and dip, dip
Big Rambo on my hip, you're pissed (Ay)
Lil bro got bagged for misinformation
Don't know how the yute got shaven (Shh, shh)
And if gang does time in the box (Free 'em)
I'll still ride on a opp, it's blatant (Devilish)
Samurai sword comes stainless (Bankai)
When I swing this one, leave him famous (Ching, ching)
Smell-smell that fragrance
When bro pulls up and starts aimin' (Bow, bow)
And I heard man ain't try and chip in (What?)
That's tax evasion (Ay, come here) (Dickhead)
I'm ragin' (Ay)
You can't trap on the block, leave it vacant (You can't)
Young boy's done that mission (He went there)
Held him high like Rafiki (You're my son)
No shots from the back like Rikishi (Ay)
And I'll gun buck man like Rimzee
Pull up and gun buck
Jump out and whack man (Whack man)
Can't trap in my hood, I'll wrap man
Slap man with a knife edge, no Blackman
I'm with bro-bro on the glide, all Batman (Batman)
The Niners don't chit, they attack man
Robbin' any hood, no Batman (Batman)
V9's too mad, no shanks, still crack man
With the Rambo then black hand (Black hand)
Tit for tat, rise some sticks (Ay, bow)
Trip up and you're pissed, skid (You're done)
Hop in a four door truck and drift (Skrr)
No analog, just clutch and stick (Ay)
Drip, drip, dip, dip (Ching)
How many man been fuckin' chinged? (How many?) (Ching him)
They talk, man's laughin'
Them man soon end up a target (Boom, bow)
Tit for tat, rise some sticks (Ay, bow)
Trip up and you're pissed, skid (You're done)
Hop in a four door truck and drift (Skrr)
No analog, just clutch and stick (Ay)
Drip, drip, dip, dip (Ching)
How many man been fuckin' chinged? (How many?)
They talk, man's laughin'
Them man soon end up a target (Boom, bow)
Drip, drip, drip, drop
In a drop-top I'm skiddin'
It's me and brodie on the opp block chillin' (Bow, bow) (Gang)
Any paigon on the loose, I'll rip him
'Cause I'm in the back of the glide still drillin'
Ay bro, are they trippin'? (Are they mad?)
I'll get 'round there, show man we ain't kiddin' (Ay) (Ching, ching)
Ay, come here, bruck it (Boom, bow)
Wig him
He's a snitch like Wiggums (Mmm-mhm)
I'm runnin' with rizz, I ain't kiddin' (Ay)
Shotgun kickin' like Jackie Chan (Bow, bow)
Hop out this dinger, hop out this van (Ay)
Fam, I want man packed like bags (You're done)
Take a trip when we take out guys (Ay)
Five guys in the ride, no, we don't need fries (Dip, dip)
Five guys in the ride, no, we don't need fries (Ay)
Tit for tat, rise some sticks (Ay, bow)
Trip up and you're pissed, skid (You're done)
Hop in a four door truck and drift (Skrr)
No analog, just clutch and stick (Ay)
Drip, drip, dip, dip (Ching)
How many man been fuckin' chinged? (How many?) (Ching him)
They talk, man's laughin'
Them man soon end up a target (Boom, bow)
Tit for tat, rise some sticks (Ay, bow)
Trip up and you're pissed, skid (You're done)
Hop in a four door truck and drift (Skrr)
No analog, just clutch and stick (Ay)
Drip, drip, dip, dip (Ching)
How many man been fuckin' chinged? (How many?)
They talk, man's laughin'
Them man soon end up a target (Boom, bow)
Ghosty