[Intro]
(When we're lonely in the Maybach)
(And they're schemin' [?])
(DefBeats did 'em dirty)
Woi-oi, woi-oi, woi-oi, woi-oi
Woi-oi, woi-oi
Woi-oi, woi-oi, woi-oi (Yo), woi-oi, woi-oi (Look), woi-oi, woi-oi
[Verse]
Let me keep it real, let me keep it a hundred
We're the ones doin' the **** (We are)
Why you think I got nineteen summers?
A hundred man in their vids till somethin' got clipped (Bap, bap)
Now no one ain't comin'
Hotel settings with a bougie bitch (Gang)
You ain't gotta ask if I brought the gun in, let a man run in (Rrr-rrr), I'ma bun him
I'm in the 9 like that block was mine (I was)
Donny try get him a shisha, ended up lеavin' his bitch behind (Ah, man)
After the packagе, I done me a slappin', really and truly, I should've took flight (Cut out)
Left that block with a smokin' barrel, a year later, it's where my man died (Gang), I cried, I lied (I lied)
Outside on the block and you know we're warm
Had to blast that shit on my speakers, let the govs know that I dodged that storm
Bro flew out the ride and he wet that down, it would've been me, but Bugz on form (Woi-oi)
Niggas on road keeps rappin' bout fightin' (Woi-oi), I just do it like Jason Bourne
I promise, you won't respawn (Woi-oi)
Got hitters on go, little Jim's on bullshit (That's right)
We had to kick **** off the block, 'bout young SJ? Likkle man, don't force it
If you're from North and you fuck with the opps (The opps)
Then tell me why fuck we're talkin'? That left the convo awkward (Haha)
Awks, awks, that left the convo awks (That's right)
Put the Lambo' truck in sports, rip off with my mans bae of course (Rrr, rrr, rrr)
A hundred K in a bag looks good, but you ain't ever seen a paigon turn corpse (You haven't)
You ain't ever swung a rambo with force (You ain't)
Blacked out like The Reaper, done it with Creeper (Gang)
Two man with some violent thoughts, niggas try closin' doors (Woi-oi)
Lil' ****'s dad is a cat (Eurgh)
Lil' ****, his mum is a slag (Eurgh)
If I mentioned **** in a track, I'll probably be wetter than ****, it's mad (I can't)
Imagine bein' lit with a block of tramps, they're literally beggin' with open hands (Ayy, help him out, man)
He's treatin' his camp like fans
No lie, would've robbed that long time (That's right)
(When we're lonely in the Maybach)
(And they're schemin' [?])
(DefBeats did 'em dirty)
Woi-oi, woi-oi, woi-oi, woi-oi
Woi-oi, woi-oi
Woi-oi, woi-oi, woi-oi (Yo), woi-oi, woi-oi (Look), woi-oi, woi-oi
[Verse]
Let me keep it real, let me keep it a hundred
We're the ones doin' the **** (We are)
Why you think I got nineteen summers?
A hundred man in their vids till somethin' got clipped (Bap, bap)
Now no one ain't comin'
Hotel settings with a bougie bitch (Gang)
You ain't gotta ask if I brought the gun in, let a man run in (Rrr-rrr), I'ma bun him
I'm in the 9 like that block was mine (I was)
Donny try get him a shisha, ended up lеavin' his bitch behind (Ah, man)
After the packagе, I done me a slappin', really and truly, I should've took flight (Cut out)
Left that block with a smokin' barrel, a year later, it's where my man died (Gang), I cried, I lied (I lied)
Outside on the block and you know we're warm
Had to blast that shit on my speakers, let the govs know that I dodged that storm
Bro flew out the ride and he wet that down, it would've been me, but Bugz on form (Woi-oi)
Niggas on road keeps rappin' bout fightin' (Woi-oi), I just do it like Jason Bourne
I promise, you won't respawn (Woi-oi)
Got hitters on go, little Jim's on bullshit (That's right)
We had to kick **** off the block, 'bout young SJ? Likkle man, don't force it
If you're from North and you fuck with the opps (The opps)
Then tell me why fuck we're talkin'? That left the convo awkward (Haha)
Awks, awks, that left the convo awks (That's right)
Put the Lambo' truck in sports, rip off with my mans bae of course (Rrr, rrr, rrr)
A hundred K in a bag looks good, but you ain't ever seen a paigon turn corpse (You haven't)
You ain't ever swung a rambo with force (You ain't)
Blacked out like The Reaper, done it with Creeper (Gang)
Two man with some violent thoughts, niggas try closin' doors (Woi-oi)
Lil' ****'s dad is a cat (Eurgh)
Lil' ****, his mum is a slag (Eurgh)
If I mentioned **** in a track, I'll probably be wetter than ****, it's mad (I can't)
Imagine bein' lit with a block of tramps, they're literally beggin' with open hands (Ayy, help him out, man)
He's treatin' his camp like fans
No lie, would've robbed that long time (That's right)
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