Listen
We ain't in Puerto Rico, let me tell you this West Side Story
I ain't talkin' Finding Nemo, but it just keep swimming like Dory
Just keep swimming, keep swinging
Just keep chinging, push that ***** deep in him
We know, they know, I know how much times they swam outside
Them boy love Lidl
I know, they know, we know CJ got all three, no Migos
Now CJ on free flow, don't get stitched like Lilo
Had a snitch stick to the G code

Need me a reload
Trap, juug for a kilo
I'll catch me an M for the Hunchos, I got a hundo stacked for a neeno
Nino Brown, it's peak when we come 'round
I feel like bro the way that I got 'em down
Me and my cartel pull up, pop corn with a hole in their vibes
I'm Blasco moving Charlie, Charlie ring us, bring the spice
I heard he's about, yeah might ******* take that *****
If my trap phone sayin' it's busy, it's signal, I'm always runnin' my line

Just got me a pack
Got a Star In The Hood like Strydes
Bro don't run outta bars like Chip, slick, he won't have less than nine
And I ain't a young'un no more, the foreigns I control are mine
I bish, bash, bosh the bujj, I stack and stay on my grind
I bish, bash, bosh, the B's lethal and it's one of a kind
Jeepers Creepers, we keepers on whatever we find
I took them waps and turned them mine
Man can't press all my buttons, I'll press on my somethin', no comment to swine
I hit five inches away from his spine

Splash, splash, yuh, yuh
Who's that? Jakes? I duck, duck
Bro, don't run outta breath, stress, you might just run outta luck
I'm tired of seeing these guz, I just left one, all you just left scrubs
Felts, cuts, swingin' our plugs, outside charge, I'm seein' the judge
Real n***** know that I've kept up fuckery
Burn my skin point blank with a brucky
Been tryna turn man duppy, watch his **** splatter, that's lovely
I just come back from country, my toesdem stink and my hair looks grubby
And I full had to get down bro when I came back home and my *** was rusty
I can wrap that stuff cah I done that
Catch my lack and then bun that
Man can't talk about worker, see the phones that I got, man run that
Yosh got the woo, we scurrin'
Drop us a opp, clock turn, I spun that
Tell bro put his foot on the clutch, I'm puttin' in one when you see man run back

Blood on my ****, man keep it and clean it, shot that *** if I'm paro
All of my hitters are hungry, get your shit Jacked like Sparrow
Shotty come long like Hunch, chop that barrel and the back of the handle
I hate takin' L's, this flip can't flop like sandals
Push back with a fifty, HTT made the phone-line ring so I served them
Can't question my worker's work rate
All I do is divert them
You can't question my badness, see the straps that I got, man earned them
You want dirt for the ***, that's certain
Go do it for your ****, that's urgent

Come on, dun know

Listen
Crash that corn, that's BA
In EA, it's in the game
Drip, drip like my chain
Two bo's in the gauge
Listen, look

I got beef with white yutes, but I got Black Opps too
If I get that Call of Duty, pull up and Crash, no Bandicoot
Been dodgin' the obbo, you know how much Sims that man ran through?
Keep that one on the low, that bro gets dough and you have no clue
My ting won't jam when I want it
There's no Need for Speed, splash him
Assassin, man don't box like Creed
TT, this grub ain't draggin' from a Ball to a Z
Nah, I don't Play in the Station, you can't find dirt on we

I trap, you F, see the difference?
I planned that getaway proper, I just tried pat man from a distance
I'm a bully, fu get Tekken, swing that weapon, I need no assistance
Largest pokey when a M is 2-1, bro, don't listen
Look how we done it with L1, I'm sure that we got R too
R1, R3, double O, our press come try when I'm passing through
What's the angle? No Randall in my circle, I'll shoot
I'll shoot, press the O the same way I do with food
Don't run with a girl, get your princess cut
Old school, I used to see Z's
Now it's straight neenas and up
Yola shine like VVS'
You know the flawless grub, I took her VS1 all in a tongue
Flawless buck
And her poom-poom's fat as fuck
So much smoke in the ride, it's got two decks, I'll let that bus'
You don't wanna see that flash so stay in your lane and you won't get touched
Popo know it ain't them, they keep *** blaming us
Whenever the corn get buss', they kick up a fuss, panic and doss