Beatfreakz
Ask your BM, I'm a W (win)
Ray Charles can see you ain't got no thug in you
This rap boy can still show you what a gun will do
Tell the label, "250 and I'm comin' through"
And I still jeet down a opp girl, that's nothin' new
You was talkin' drills, I was really drillin' (drillin')
Broke like a glass, you don't know the feelin' (broke)
No walls, all glass, that's how we're livin'
New opp turned pack, tell my little brother "Bill him"
Two G's the attire, do road like a tyre
Hit the headie already, gun lean with the fryer
Gang, you know, on the road, the block's set up like the wire
I'm the truth with the mask, Jim Carrey, you a liar
Over on this side
They ain't got it like we got it on this side, yeah
Move funny over this side
Crash corn, we can never let shit slide, yeah
Ain't doin' what we do
Niggas ain't doin' what we do
This goon's lost screws
Ten toes when the cops come through
I'm still pullin' up that way (that way)
G's all around me, blunts in the ashtray
Chillin' out in Ghana, chiefs call me ak way (ak way)
Property talk, I ain't worried 'bout no tax pay
Comin' from the jungle with my monkeys, lettin' waps spray
Comin' from the jungle where you gotta cut snakes
Pigs on our arse, want our heads on a plate
Fly birds in the states, packs comin' duct tape
Conspiracy talk, wipe half the estate
Two G's the attire, do road like a tyre
Hit the headie already, gun lean with the fryer
Gang, you know, on the road, the block's set up like the wire
I'm the truth with the mask, Jim Carrey, you a liar
Over on this side
They ain't got it like we got it on this side, yeah
Move funny over this side
Crash corn, we can never let shit slide, yeah
Ain't doin' what we do
Niggas ain't doin' what we do
This goon's lost screws
Ten toes when the cops come through
Got him mad at his girlfriend, I ain't even piped it (uh-uh)
She just like my last verse, I ain't even write it
You know it come straight from the weed when I light it
Hooker on the block, how you find the time to wife it? The fuck?
On gang 'cause we was ridin' a lot (gang)
Tough talk will get you shot like a box (baow)
I got feds still lockin' off my shows (why they do it?)
'Cause on the opps we was slidin' a lot
Two G's the attire, do road like a tyre
Hit the headie already, gun lean with the fryer
Gang, you know, on the road, the block's set up like the wire
I'm the truth with the mask, Jim Carrey, you a liar
Over on this side
They ain't got it like we got it on this side, yeah
Move funny over this side
Crash corn, we can never let shit slide, yeah
Ain't doin' what we do
Niggas ain't doin' what we do
This goon's lost screws
Ten toes when the cops come through
Over on this side
They ain't got it like we got it on this side, yeah
Move funny over this side
Crash corn, we can never let shit slide, yeah
Ain't doin' what we do
Niggas ain't doin' what we do
This goon's lost screws
Ten toes when the cops come through
Beatfreakz