[Chorus: Booter Bee & Kwengface]
I score points like NBA, that's why I got grabbed by a NCA
Get 'round there, me, M, and A tryna get man down in the worst of ways
If bro liff up the .38, headshot tryna liff up the murder rate
Turn white tees into burgundy, I got shooters there for emergency (Yo)
[Verse 1: Ene]
Goofy sound на связи, я ебу мне не нужны мази
Booter Bee не взял, он без связи
Thisboy может он ведь без грязи
Кликаю не симпл без тряски
Kwengface, Booter это линк мастер
Стрельнул са*** ему нужен пластырь
Спиздил бит это мувы ластер
Я мог сказать про му**, са***, но они и так dead
Я мог сказать про silver plate
Ловлю моменты, я будто бы Tate
Делаю в соло не верю в фэйт
Твой бро заходил ему нужен фэйд
Не нужно кичиться бро бро ты не тейт
Я съел всю тарелку, я съел этот пл***
[Verse 2: Booter Bee]
I put waps all over my block (I did)
The Glock 19, that's sixteen shots (Sixteen)
The sawn-off dots holds two fat slugs
Five in a .45, bro, don't act tough
Don't-don't-don't get brave, bring out the SK
Shoot up the estate, blue, not red tape (Grrt)
Don't tеmpt me, put on my Tech Fleece
Jump in thе S3, me Abz and SP
Which one shall I pick? I'm picky (Which one?)
The .44's nice, but the dot's my habibti (My love)
Feds in the back, I'm pissed if they nick me (Pissed)
Spin back 'round like a frisbee (Spin it)
Two shotguns off my link in B-D and we bought a pump action of the gypsies (Big ting)
I'm a rapper, but don't confuse it before I leave man red like Trippie (Red)
Leave man red like carpet
Look what they started, load up the cartridge
Hang out the window, anyone slips, bro, (Bap)
Crawl-crawl-crawl to the side and blast him (Bap, bap)
He don't know it was me that slapped him
Three in a pump, eight shots in a magnum
Strapped up in the ride on a mad ting (Mad)
If anyone slips, grab him (Grab him)
I score points like NBA, that's why I got grabbed by a NCA
Get 'round there, me, M, and A tryna get man down in the worst of ways
If bro liff up the .38, headshot tryna liff up the murder rate
Turn white tees into burgundy, I got shooters there for emergency (Yo)
[Verse 1: Ene]
Goofy sound на связи, я ебу мне не нужны мази
Booter Bee не взял, он без связи
Thisboy может он ведь без грязи
Кликаю не симпл без тряски
Kwengface, Booter это линк мастер
Стрельнул са*** ему нужен пластырь
Спиздил бит это мувы ластер
Я мог сказать про му**, са***, но они и так dead
Я мог сказать про silver plate
Ловлю моменты, я будто бы Tate
Делаю в соло не верю в фэйт
Твой бро заходил ему нужен фэйд
Не нужно кичиться бро бро ты не тейт
Я съел всю тарелку, я съел этот пл***
[Verse 2: Booter Bee]
I put waps all over my block (I did)
The Glock 19, that's sixteen shots (Sixteen)
The sawn-off dots holds two fat slugs
Five in a .45, bro, don't act tough
Don't-don't-don't get brave, bring out the SK
Shoot up the estate, blue, not red tape (Grrt)
Don't tеmpt me, put on my Tech Fleece
Jump in thе S3, me Abz and SP
Which one shall I pick? I'm picky (Which one?)
The .44's nice, but the dot's my habibti (My love)
Feds in the back, I'm pissed if they nick me (Pissed)
Spin back 'round like a frisbee (Spin it)
Two shotguns off my link in B-D and we bought a pump action of the gypsies (Big ting)
I'm a rapper, but don't confuse it before I leave man red like Trippie (Red)
Leave man red like carpet
Look what they started, load up the cartridge
Hang out the window, anyone slips, bro, (Bap)
Crawl-crawl-crawl to the side and blast him (Bap, bap)
He don't know it was me that slapped him
Three in a pump, eight shots in a magnum
Strapped up in the ride on a mad ting (Mad)
If anyone slips, grab him (Grab him)
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