[Intro]
We didn't know that it would've jammed over them sides, it would've been 3 on the ITV
My little bro rolls on with a ZK bigger than him, same size as me
We had to park off on the backroad with a fat pole, tryna shell out an IC3
My little bro rolls on with a ZK bigger than him, same size as me
Ay
[Chorus]
We didn't know that it would've jammed over them sides, it would've been 3 on the ITV (Pow, pow)
My little bro rolls on with a ZK, bigger than him , same size as me (That's bro, that's bro)
We had to park off on the backroad with a fat pole, tryna shell out an IC3 (Bo-bo, bo-bo)
I don't smoke, but I'm on Cloud Nine, so how can a nigga be high as me?
[Verse 1]
OFB don't drill, apparently (Huh?)
I think that I've lost my sanity on the roadside, tryna cause fatality
Tryna make man lose calories, ay (Whoosh, whoosh)
My main bitch tellin' me that she's mad at me, but reality, I want money and family
Me and Remedy took risks for the salary
I will happily get round and pack a G (Pow, pow)
Aged 15, me and Nazz were stain gang, now I'm older, tryna cause man pain, gang
Man see everyting dark in these Ray Bans (Pow), but my mask up cah I ain't no face man
Bro raised the clip on the paigon, I didn't know that he tried hit man's cranium
Broski tap it, aim it, bang it, we ain't tourists to the stadium (Oh yea, oh yea)
I ain't broke cah I'm far from rich, put it on dead boy that I'm far from broke
These fuckboys think life is a joke, 'til I pull up and soak, then a man try float (Ching, ching)
I'm running from blue when I buck 5-0, do it like CY, ching a man live'o
I'm ripping out flesh, nothing like lypo
I swear these jail cells turn a man psycho
We didn't know that it would've jammed over them sides, it would've been 3 on the ITV
My little bro rolls on with a ZK bigger than him, same size as me
We had to park off on the backroad with a fat pole, tryna shell out an IC3
My little bro rolls on with a ZK bigger than him, same size as me
Ay
[Chorus]
We didn't know that it would've jammed over them sides, it would've been 3 on the ITV (Pow, pow)
My little bro rolls on with a ZK, bigger than him , same size as me (That's bro, that's bro)
We had to park off on the backroad with a fat pole, tryna shell out an IC3 (Bo-bo, bo-bo)
I don't smoke, but I'm on Cloud Nine, so how can a nigga be high as me?
[Verse 1]
OFB don't drill, apparently (Huh?)
I think that I've lost my sanity on the roadside, tryna cause fatality
Tryna make man lose calories, ay (Whoosh, whoosh)
My main bitch tellin' me that she's mad at me, but reality, I want money and family
Me and Remedy took risks for the salary
I will happily get round and pack a G (Pow, pow)
Aged 15, me and Nazz were stain gang, now I'm older, tryna cause man pain, gang
Man see everyting dark in these Ray Bans (Pow), but my mask up cah I ain't no face man
Bro raised the clip on the paigon, I didn't know that he tried hit man's cranium
Broski tap it, aim it, bang it, we ain't tourists to the stadium (Oh yea, oh yea)
I ain't broke cah I'm far from rich, put it on dead boy that I'm far from broke
These fuckboys think life is a joke, 'til I pull up and soak, then a man try float (Ching, ching)
I'm running from blue when I buck 5-0, do it like CY, ching a man live'o
I'm ripping out flesh, nothing like lypo
I swear these jail cells turn a man psycho
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