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(Yng Cld)
Yeah, look, let's go

'Bout time man move off
I was on the strip tryna rake it
Get home yard and I watch some Boondocks
Pretty one said she wanna said come crib
Blindfold ting 'til she takes her shoes off
S-sweeetest thing
Blow my stick while I'm blowin' my moonrocks
Like, yo
Yo, wait, just cool off
Don't move yet, got a sell by the park for one of the dark and two rocks
Told that gyal, "You ain't staying for long
So there's no point relaxing and taking shoes off" (yeah)
I never met El Chapo
Was a yout from the hood that I first got food from

Look, look
First got food off of big bro
I was out here, I was doing my job
Then I hit a lick, no bingo
Took a quick pack of a foolish fob
Nigga, why not?
Me I need cash, you can't step on my prof
I was like, "Damn, I need to better my stack"
You was like, "Damn, I need to better my watch"

Yo, you bought jewels and copped no hammers
In all honesty, bro, you're doing it backwards
Machines get copped, then the whips got copped
And so do bullets and stab vests
Told my bro, "When you're checking for CCTV
Make sure you check homes with cameras"
Saw your opp and you never wanna creep up
That's a rookie move should of took advantage

Yeah, nigga, lemme advance
YT mad cah he missed his swing
Tazz in the can cah he took his chance
Tesco bag if I got no gym
I can't hit that chick if she got no arse
Jakes pop out that's a serious sprint
Cah that K9 grips anybody who's last

S-sweetest flavors
Nuff fragrance get put in my pot
I weren't tryna get no thot
I was parked outside Steven's spot
Bro-bro with the meanest drop
Still stardog for the regulars
Gelaty if you're feeling posh
They come here tryna even odds

Yo, the Jamaicans say that I'm hearted
Cah even when I'm on a island
I'm still tryna rise up machines and raas it
Auntie Debbie still pissed with me
Didn't send her a ting now she calls man crasis
Copped my flick shank from the market
For times when it's stiff and I can't bring the darg in
M's got the carbine in the function
Metal detectors must be faulty
Either way man's cool, man's cozy
Told bro, "You're good, man, produce your Rollie"
Two man up in three blacked-out stoleys
This was the wrong day to wear man's Stoney
Asking hella questions, is my man nosey?
Goin' gym everyday won't help when this 38 slug beats through protein

Yo, I heard my man's rapping now (yeah)
What's he gonna talk about? Footy? (What?)
A thousand pebs in this cunch-mobile
Mad man, I don't stand at no bookies

Look, I don't even want them cookies
It smells too weak and the buds look bummie
And she ain't even giving no nookie
But it's all cool, I want her best friend's nunie

I can't lie, I'm not too bothered
She holds contraband for a minimal fee
Bad-bad bitch don't ask for no P in between
Just some weekly dick and some weed

Damn, bitch pick up my trees
I build big heads in the trap
I got Kit Kats tryna pick up my leaves
Little nigga but the face looks clean
Stack my cash, it's the same regime
Two-t-two hands and they work
Shank in my hand, I don't need no beam

Mmm, niggas getting it mixed
What have you done this lockdown
Corona times I bought two new sticks
Either probation or high street bop
And that's the only time man roll with flicks