No Chorus Yungen

[Intro: Charlie Sloth]
Oi, sometimes, sometimes man ain't tryna hear no chorus, ya know what I mean?
Man just wanna hear bars, straight foot to the floor ting, no reversing, just straight, smooth glide ting
You know what I mean? Bars
I ain't tryna hear no chorus, I ain't tryna sing along in the car, it ain't about that life
Hey Yungen, show them what you're dealing with bro

[Verse 1: Yungen]
My brothers shot pies and rob guys
I'm just tryna find the right suit for these mob ties
Cuffed a little lighty, no chest but she got thighs
And she'll be the first to tell these niggas I'm top five
At this age, how are these man still broke?
Your little re-up P's, I spent that on a coat
You say you're gonna ride, we know that you won't
Feds tryna nick a teen cah they know he's got the smoke
That's my young G, used to send him country
He made his first three bags, bought himself a pumpy
Long as I ain't rapping, everybody's comfy
Yeah we've both got a Merc, you pay off monthly
Sixty bags cash, 180 on the dash, flash
Got another fifty in the stash, splash
Listened to your album, verdict - trash
Came with the bangers and you know they got that mash

[Interlude: Charlie Sloth]
Oi Yungs, you're killing them my guy
Oi that's what I need to hear from you bro
I've been telling you for a long time, you're a savage, beast
Get them again my guy