[Chorus: PR SAD]
They ain't slid back since their boss turned pack
I'm just talking facts, I don't lie in my raps
And a fraudulent man still talking wass
Got caught in your cab and your head got slapped (Bow, bow)
Live corn in this whip, put corn in your hip
You control this stick before you take that shot
Shout bro, got a gift, gave him one in the wig
I christened that prick way before he got dropped (R.I.P)
They ain't slid back since their boss turned pack
I'm just talking facts, I don't lie in my raps
And a fraudulent man still talking wass
Got caught in your cab and your head got slapped (Bow, bow)
Live corn in this whip, put corn in your hip
You control this stick before you take that shot
Shout bro, got a gift, gave him one in the wig
I christened that prick way before he got dropped (R.I.P)
[Verse 1: AK]
Lock off your block with rеsidue (Smoke)
He's a cheeky yutе 'til he slips
One inch in him there, like "Peekaboo" (Rahh)
While they're lying to you, we step in the booth and you know you ain't spitting the truth (Bro)
Gimme that fame, my index shoots (Bow)
How many times did I put on my boots? Tryna make a breaking news
Fish and drip, lean and rip (Brrr)
I'm a YDT from the 6
Won't talk on lips, your tee gets ripped (Bow)
If I could run more quick, he woulda got dipped, my mum's assist (Snitchy)
R.I.P S, that likkle shit (Bitch), he got put to rest in front of his bitch (Haha)
Haha, who's talking shit?
They ain't slid back since their boss turned pack
I'm just talking facts, I don't lie in my raps
And a fraudulent man still talking wass
Got caught in your cab and your head got slapped (Bow, bow)
Live corn in this whip, put corn in your hip
You control this stick before you take that shot
Shout bro, got a gift, gave him one in the wig
I christened that prick way before he got dropped (R.I.P)
They ain't slid back since their boss turned pack
I'm just talking facts, I don't lie in my raps
And a fraudulent man still talking wass
Got caught in your cab and your head got slapped (Bow, bow)
Live corn in this whip, put corn in your hip
You control this stick before you take that shot
Shout bro, got a gift, gave him one in the wig
I christened that prick way before he got dropped (R.I.P)
[Verse 1: AK]
Lock off your block with rеsidue (Smoke)
He's a cheeky yutе 'til he slips
One inch in him there, like "Peekaboo" (Rahh)
While they're lying to you, we step in the booth and you know you ain't spitting the truth (Bro)
Gimme that fame, my index shoots (Bow)
How many times did I put on my boots? Tryna make a breaking news
Fish and drip, lean and rip (Brrr)
I'm a YDT from the 6
Won't talk on lips, your tee gets ripped (Bow)
If I could run more quick, he woulda got dipped, my mum's assist (Snitchy)
R.I.P S, that likkle shit (Bitch), he got put to rest in front of his bitch (Haha)
Haha, who's talking shit?
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