[Intro]
Sebz Beats baby!
Rock with the opp, drop with the opp
NB, NB
Free the tugs!
Free the paigons
RIP to the soldiers
Yo, yo, look
[Verse 1]
I came out the gutter, don’t sit on the fence
How the fuck can you bring it to colour? I’m beefing a borough that don’t make sense
I’m gripping it thorough and slap at your brother, was throwing it blue but is covered in red
Then will he recover? I want him to suffer, he might just make it, I’ll put it to bed
So I’m out there riding again
Chill with it, cool with the stick like Bamm-Bamm
I might do me a movie, a Rapman
Me and bro ate through spots no Pacman
Got a new re from my old boy Afghan
He ain’t good with thе words, he’ll hang man
Got it from Dave, not once from a Santan
Bro wants 4 morе lines, no hashtag
And some say that my bro does voodoo, and some think that my bro does magic
Tear through garms, leave more than a boohoo, last crime scene it was taped off tragic
And the frame of the shape came hefty, not enough room to conceal that beater
We step in and the parties done, bro got two with a dirty Nina
How many man got away by luck, slugs do spread like a brand new fever
Jump out bait, I don’t give no fuck
If I was them, wouldn’t like me neither
I don’t fuck with them boy, they’re lele
You don’t wanna be that guy on a late night date getting caught with bae bae
But me I’m gonna be that guy that’s out on a ride, let it rip like Beyblade
Sebz Beats baby!
Rock with the opp, drop with the opp
NB, NB
Free the tugs!
Free the paigons
RIP to the soldiers
Yo, yo, look
[Verse 1]
I came out the gutter, don’t sit on the fence
How the fuck can you bring it to colour? I’m beefing a borough that don’t make sense
I’m gripping it thorough and slap at your brother, was throwing it blue but is covered in red
Then will he recover? I want him to suffer, he might just make it, I’ll put it to bed
So I’m out there riding again
Chill with it, cool with the stick like Bamm-Bamm
I might do me a movie, a Rapman
Me and bro ate through spots no Pacman
Got a new re from my old boy Afghan
He ain’t good with thе words, he’ll hang man
Got it from Dave, not once from a Santan
Bro wants 4 morе lines, no hashtag
And some say that my bro does voodoo, and some think that my bro does magic
Tear through garms, leave more than a boohoo, last crime scene it was taped off tragic
And the frame of the shape came hefty, not enough room to conceal that beater
We step in and the parties done, bro got two with a dirty Nina
How many man got away by luck, slugs do spread like a brand new fever
Jump out bait, I don’t give no fuck
If I was them, wouldn’t like me neither
I don’t fuck with them boy, they’re lele
You don’t wanna be that guy on a late night date getting caught with bae bae
But me I’m gonna be that guy that’s out on a ride, let it rip like Beyblade
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