Part 1
[Intro: Kenny Allstar]
Lauky Beatz
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's the general
And you already know the motto
So I'm back again, this time I'm with a certified duo in this ting
If you've heard part 1, then you already know that was a problem
So it's only right we do it one more time
Mischief, K Trap, one of the hardest in this drill ting
[Verse 1: K Trap]
Half a brick, it made the papers, put it in the press, made a clone
Young and rich, blame the stove
Old school 12, it folds, snap it, put two in and go
Get caught with the smoke, that's Weetabix or oats, no
Still gotta do road with this rusty one just like Do Road
Felt bad for bro, how he burned his clothes, still end up on soc'
Snow for the low, five figs' of pro, you do the maths
We flew them packs, told bro drive, I'll do the wass
[Verse 2: Mischief]
More life and [?] smoke
This dope, the lengest pengest got these hoes callin' my phone
Ain't a day the snow ain't 'round me, feelin' like an eskimo
Get the drop, slide like a kid's park, post their block, no envelope
In my hood, can't lie in bait, dodge cams and hide my face
Taking risk, won't lie it's flames but we still trip like Ella Mai
The bros love misbehave, catch them guys, they won't catch fades
Gourmet grub, no dinner date, just whip this one like it's a slave
[Intro: Kenny Allstar]
Lauky Beatz
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's the general
And you already know the motto
So I'm back again, this time I'm with a certified duo in this ting
If you've heard part 1, then you already know that was a problem
So it's only right we do it one more time
Mischief, K Trap, one of the hardest in this drill ting
[Verse 1: K Trap]
Half a brick, it made the papers, put it in the press, made a clone
Young and rich, blame the stove
Old school 12, it folds, snap it, put two in and go
Get caught with the smoke, that's Weetabix or oats, no
Still gotta do road with this rusty one just like Do Road
Felt bad for bro, how he burned his clothes, still end up on soc'
Snow for the low, five figs' of pro, you do the maths
We flew them packs, told bro drive, I'll do the wass
[Verse 2: Mischief]
More life and [?] smoke
This dope, the lengest pengest got these hoes callin' my phone
Ain't a day the snow ain't 'round me, feelin' like an eskimo
Get the drop, slide like a kid's park, post their block, no envelope
In my hood, can't lie in bait, dodge cams and hide my face
Taking risk, won't lie it's flames but we still trip like Ella Mai
The bros love misbehave, catch them guys, they won't catch fades
Gourmet grub, no dinner date, just whip this one like it's a slave
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