OFB shit
Plugged in
Shoutout Fumez (ayo TR go crazy on these niggas man)
Lives down man, free my OFB's
Gang shit
Aye
Might have to drill this bait on the mains
So I might have to burn this trackie
Man get smoked with an aki with a dot on your head no rasclart paki
I stepped in the dance with my akis
He got his rambo so he might get splashy (ching)
I don't step with no half heart yutes
I step with drillers so you know we get tappy
J- got bun on the mains I was happy smiling under my bally (screaming)
Give it to broski bud, knows how to aim and bun man gladly
Had a smoke on my waist in an ally
She saying, "Lie down", and she calling me daddy (l's down)
I said, "Bruck your back for clappy"
Got him locked up but he soon be with dappy
I just put some n- in baggy
Seal that shit now I'm selling mans cali
D- got bun from the back seat could've been him and L- in a cali
Don't like not verb it mads me splash man down for being too chatty
I done duck man down in the mains so I beg no one try rasclart at me
It's a friday night in the nizz, got the glock on me and I got a little maggy
Got the drop in the O, so I'm happy, take one out that's one off the tally
Free slim got him locked in jail
I was locked with him, we was tryna get crashy (free sj)
Yo, Broadwater farm too crashy
Slide for the nizz and we slide right back g
Nuff man just think it's a joke
'Til a man get packed and left as ash g (packed)
I had one nitty called Ashley gave man drop so I gave him packs free
What you know about steam out the whip?
'Cause the dings ain't got no tints in the backseat
But bi- they turn athlete running away start singing like dappy (run arf)
Peppers and spice it's patty, heat man up on the mains too scatty
Bi- got bored that fatty the man there really done fed him the rammy (aye eat that)
Angle the arms man carry
My Nan already knows that I'm one, I'm a bad breed (bad boy)
Spill some juice like cranberry
Shoot up the scene like I'm press play Danny (hmmm)
Foot on the gas like rally
Bi- already done snitched like a fanny (skrrt)
Make it hit mans chest like Brandy or spill some juice leave him red like manny
The sweets come fat no candy
Fuck Snapchat don't save no chats g (what the fuck?)
When I glide more time it's backseat
Double O seven and O's get tappy (twins)
Step
Drill it
Big dotty in the ride goes ribbit
Have you jumped in the ride, don't fidget, no nursery just sit and listen
Hold this band mans hitting
Corn come fat when I hit from the smithen (hitman)
I ain't talking 'bout corn from the kitchen
Man get smoked for the way that they're spitting (aye man)
I don't like them yutes over there
'Cause those yutes over there love sing like bitches (sinners)
Can't stand no funny little yutes
So I don't really mind just burning that b- (I don't)
Some John Wick shit when I'm hitting
Hitman's rass then take off the hit list (take that)
Leave man to swim like fishes
Broadwater farm just uptown flicking
Waps, drills different
Headie one ting 'cause ain't it different?
Can't flick like us, start flicking
Having fun now 'cause you will soon be digging
Bun on the mains no kidding, nows he's Madilane missing (where he at)
The dots come fat like griffin
Free all the ops that are locked in prison
I couldn't give a fuck if you're younger than me
I still wet man up them disses (I couldn't)
I'm a little tapped yute, I'm wicked, OFB came so we smoking a big spliff
I ain't into this verbal ting, could've said more names but I'm not really with it
Always dance to the beat, I'm finished
Soon link up them boys, just image
Fumez the engineer
