[Intro: Yanko & Joints]
I got a rambo next to my boxers, I wanna see Ks, no Calvin Klein
We didn't know which opp block to go, so we had a debate like Jeremy Vine
Come on, Joints, BWC in the cut, you get me?
Fuckin', you know time 'cah I got bagged, you get it?
D-Zeus
Free the guys, everyone doing bang up
Ocho, Ocho
We're really on tour behind them doors
[Verse 1]
Odessa Road to Chatsworth Road, if you come around here, then you better be sure
Make man bleed like a bitch in labor, but there won't be no baby born
My rambo blade is a burglar, it breaks into your skin and then takes what's yours
Don't give me no fuckin' verbal, just give me your spinal cord
If me and JP's on a mission, fishin', turn the paigon to a victim
Back my shank, do a zig-zag in his head till he looks like Lisa Simpson
This life that I live is addictive, even though it sent me to prison
I'll put my blade in your eye and twist like this car key when it's in the ignition
I gotta put my bread into toasters, so I can pop up and get a paigon toasted
If my knife was a USB then your lap or top is the port that it goes in
Me and JT went jail for a joke ting, they had the mandem screamin' free us
'017 was four man in a Toyota, praying that the police don't pree us
[Pre-Chorus]
If you get stabbed up and die, tell your dead friend that I said, "Hi"
I'm sitting in jail like, "Where's my freedom?"
It got taken like your bredrins life
All my paigons do is lie, I'm startin' to think if another one dies
He'll jump on Insta' live from hell and tell everyone that he is alive
I got a rambo next to my boxers, I wanna see Ks, no Calvin Klein
We didn't know which opp block to go, so we had a debate like Jeremy Vine
Come on, Joints, BWC in the cut, you get me?
Fuckin', you know time 'cah I got bagged, you get it?
D-Zeus
Free the guys, everyone doing bang up
Ocho, Ocho
We're really on tour behind them doors
[Verse 1]
Odessa Road to Chatsworth Road, if you come around here, then you better be sure
Make man bleed like a bitch in labor, but there won't be no baby born
My rambo blade is a burglar, it breaks into your skin and then takes what's yours
Don't give me no fuckin' verbal, just give me your spinal cord
If me and JP's on a mission, fishin', turn the paigon to a victim
Back my shank, do a zig-zag in his head till he looks like Lisa Simpson
This life that I live is addictive, even though it sent me to prison
I'll put my blade in your eye and twist like this car key when it's in the ignition
I gotta put my bread into toasters, so I can pop up and get a paigon toasted
If my knife was a USB then your lap or top is the port that it goes in
Me and JT went jail for a joke ting, they had the mandem screamin' free us
'017 was four man in a Toyota, praying that the police don't pree us
[Pre-Chorus]
If you get stabbed up and die, tell your dead friend that I said, "Hi"
I'm sitting in jail like, "Where's my freedom?"
It got taken like your bredrins life
All my paigons do is lie, I'm startin' to think if another one dies
He'll jump on Insta' live from hell and tell everyone that he is alive
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