Beats by Yamaica Productions, baby
Cruuuud
Maaaah
Woo-shuuuu
Ay, ay, ay
Biggz The Engineer, baby
Ay

He got boxed in the face like bitch (Bitch)
He got bun in the tum like bitch (Bitch)
You backed that wap and you didn't do shit (Mhm)
My old friends getting put in a spliff (No)
Take my name off your crusty lips
I might just dick down your auntie quick (Get friggy)
Slap this wap, everyone dismiss
You made who what? Stop smoking on shit (Some bitch)

Who's these yutes from West?
Chatting my name better say it with chest (Dumb bitch)
Better go shout-out Wade for a vest
I'm tryna leave holes in tummy and chest (Boy)
I don't know who you're trying to impress
So don't get your head smashed in like Rex (Like Rack5)
Don't sleep and eat bricks, that's dead
Laugh out loud, that's a AP flex (That's funny)

You can say what you want 'bout Buni
But trust me no one's got down Buni (No)
And no one's chased down Buni (No)
And no man can violate Buni (No)
Lemme tell you one thing that's funny
Corn, corn got slapped in tummies
Hunch, I got corn for you and your cuzzy
You're gonna hold more than corn in your tummy (Bullet)
Hunch shoulda stepped and ride for his cous'
Oh shit, when his cous' got bun (Oh shit)
Oh shit, that's another one, now whose cause can't bop for fun? (He can't walk)
I woulda told AP "suck your mum"
But laugh out loud, he ain't got no mum (No mummy)
Gunshot ting for any mum's son
Yo ***** go pray and protect your son, yo (Bullet)

Who's these yutes from West?
Chatting my name, better say it with chest
Lemme tell you one thing that's funny
Corn, corn got slapped in tummies
Corn, corn got slapped in tummies

No talk, no verbing, trust me it's certain
Really tryna close man's curtains (Shut down)
Another opps I'm burning, trust me I'm lurking
Doing way more than hurting (Bullet)
I wanna bludclart shirt 'em, kill that vermin
Soon bump heads in person (Mhm)
This swing, you ain't firming, it's concerning
They ain't rid since that purging (He didn't)
On the 8 mans looking for opps (Mhm)
On the B mans looking for opps (Mhm)
Likkle man got put in a coff'
Cough, fast food ain't good for the opps
Ay, ay, ay, spin that block, lurk and pop
Put your whole face on a top
Try run get shot, can't miss this shot
And I pray that that prick just dropped (Bullet)
Bun man like toast, let's rock and roll
Two step like Tommy and Ghost (Mhm)
Not your average bloke, get to know
Big dizz just to match my coat (It does)
Two tap, I can get cut-throat
Do it like John Wick, skeng out the coat
Would you wanna drive the boat?
Drive the boat, got a skeng that will sink a boat (Mhm)
Don't mention gun lean, go ride for your homie's kidney (Bullet, bullet)
Anything can get bun 'cept pickney
Head-top mad and my index itchy (Mhm)
Can't stay still too fidgey
Hand gone mad and my wrist too diggy (Ching, ching)
Heard that ***** too frigey
Bad boy willy turn any gyal silly, yo (Bad bwoy)

Who's these yutes from West?
Chatting my name better say it with chest (Woo-shuuuu)
Lemme tell you one thing that's funny