Auntie
Shut the fuck up blood
Ya'll niggas ready to die today?
Don't get quiet now
Bap (Let me see how you do that shit again)
I was just playin' man, I swear, I was just only playin' man
Think niggas out here playin'? Huh?
Niggas dies everyday
Scratch Mixed It
Put on your gloves and ride
'Cause I might be the one to kill yo motherfuckin' ass
Yo
Big ting make a man endo
Plug said I'm hot so he calls on a Encro
Two man step, get a man cheffed
Two man step like I'm BT and Rendo
OT trips, tryna make that flip
So I mix that flake-flake with the benzo
Opp block tap, lettin' it crash
Caught that AM, hide that skeng though
Yo, Rambo knife be lengthy
Always slap corn 'til the handting's empty
Felt like when I took that pull
Zombie mode when it hit my chesty
Two and a Q in the pot tryna stack that prof'
But Harrods won't let me
Pecknarm, that's Zone, that's dos
Us man lit and the opp boys envy
Like, why do they envy me?
I don't stepped 'round there with nuttin' but rage
I smoke 'cah they tempered me
See, I'm tryna end this beef
'Cah I'm gettin' too tired of endless beef
Plug said it cost five for a scopes
Likkle bit more, that's a M16
Zone 2 step with some reckless G's
One hand on my leathers, I'm covered in red
Do it like us
Back door buss
Angle the arm with the Anglo Arms
Yeah, suttin' got touched
I was in Ghana chillin with the uncles dem
Just sippin' that Henny and Vos'
Then I came back to the ends
Straight to the trap, ring, trap, non stop
Peng ting come my apartment room
This ting is freaky as fuck
She wanna fuck me by the London view
By the London Eye
If I back my shank and swing it
Swing that ting tryna take man's eye
Man chat when their bredrin's died
Tight, put on your gloves and ride
Playin' with the keys like I'm Bethoven
Big hole in your head, dolphin
Opp block lurk, mash nuttin' but works
Why you think that the gang-gang stay postin'?
Old days man couldn't get whips
So man did cab or a ten toes ting
Nowadays man fly out the ride
Tryna lift up the bike on a endo ting
Yo, if you wanna step and dat
Back your mash and slap
Two packs in a 'rex, two packs in a trap
And I still gotta bruck this slab
I see man makin' music P's
Before that shit, you was a little tramp (allow it)
Zone 2 step with my gang
Even aunties gotta drop their bags
Yo, if you wanna step and dat
Back your mash and slap
Two packs in a 'rex, two packs in a trap
And I still gotta bruck this slab
I see man makin' music P's
Before that shit, you was a little tramp (allow it)
Zone 2 step with my gang
Even aunties gotta drop their bags
Even aunties gotta keep it movin'
'Cause they knew it would've been a mad ting
I rise that ting and did that bootin'
Zone 2, Pecks, oh yes
Us man, yeah, we really do this
Better not lack, get shot in your back
Gang-gang doin' up Cupid
Man you know us man been a nuisance
I just linked D Skeng
And he's tellin' me the times that he Spartan opps
And I'm showin' him times I lurked
Slapped that wap, parked it off
The way that I'm stuck in the trap
More time I forget I'm a artist don
Yo, let me just chop this grizz
Wash my hands and bark this dog
Yo, the mash got clarted off
I just saw me a opp and he darted off
Fuckin' hell, why the Zone's ain't chartin' don?
Yo, if we wet man down it's grievous
We fuckin' mean it, wet
Put this Rambo to your mango
It ain't nuttin' but peelings
Yo, if you wanna step and dat
Back your mash and slap
Two packs in a 'rex, two packs in a trap
And I still gotta bruck this slab
I see man makin' music P's
Before that shit, you was a little tramp (allow it)
Zone 2 step with my gang
Even aunties gotta drop their bags
Yo, if you wanna step and dat
Back your mash and slap
Two packs in a 'rex, two packs in a trap
And I still gotta bruck this slab
I see man makin' music P's
Before that shit, you was a little tramp (allow it)
Zone 2 step with my gang
Even aunties gotta drop their bags
Drop their bags
Zone 2 step with my gang
Even aunties gotta drop their bags
Gang
Gang
Zone 2 step with my gang
Even aunties gotta drop their bags (aunty)
Ya'll niggas ready to die today?
Don't get quiet now
Bap (Let me see how you do that shit again)
I was just playin' man, I swear, I was just only playin' man
Think niggas out here playin'? Huh?
Niggas dies everyday
Scratch Mixed It
Put on your gloves and ride
'Cause I might be the one to kill yo motherfuckin' ass
Yo
Big ting make a man endo
Plug said I'm hot so he calls on a Encro
Two man step, get a man cheffed
Two man step like I'm BT and Rendo
OT trips, tryna make that flip
So I mix that flake-flake with the benzo
Opp block tap, lettin' it crash
Caught that AM, hide that skeng though
Yo, Rambo knife be lengthy
Always slap corn 'til the handting's empty
Felt like when I took that pull
Zombie mode when it hit my chesty
Two and a Q in the pot tryna stack that prof'
But Harrods won't let me
Pecknarm, that's Zone, that's dos
Us man lit and the opp boys envy
Like, why do they envy me?
I don't stepped 'round there with nuttin' but rage
I smoke 'cah they tempered me
See, I'm tryna end this beef
'Cah I'm gettin' too tired of endless beef
Plug said it cost five for a scopes
Likkle bit more, that's a M16
Zone 2 step with some reckless G's
One hand on my leathers, I'm covered in red
Do it like us
Back door buss
Angle the arm with the Anglo Arms
Yeah, suttin' got touched
I was in Ghana chillin with the uncles dem
Just sippin' that Henny and Vos'
Then I came back to the ends
Straight to the trap, ring, trap, non stop
Peng ting come my apartment room
This ting is freaky as fuck
She wanna fuck me by the London view
By the London Eye
If I back my shank and swing it
Swing that ting tryna take man's eye
Man chat when their bredrin's died
Tight, put on your gloves and ride
Playin' with the keys like I'm Bethoven
Big hole in your head, dolphin
Opp block lurk, mash nuttin' but works
Why you think that the gang-gang stay postin'?
Old days man couldn't get whips
So man did cab or a ten toes ting
Nowadays man fly out the ride
Tryna lift up the bike on a endo ting
Yo, if you wanna step and dat
Back your mash and slap
Two packs in a 'rex, two packs in a trap
And I still gotta bruck this slab
I see man makin' music P's
Before that shit, you was a little tramp (allow it)
Zone 2 step with my gang
Even aunties gotta drop their bags
Yo, if you wanna step and dat
Back your mash and slap
Two packs in a 'rex, two packs in a trap
And I still gotta bruck this slab
I see man makin' music P's
Before that shit, you was a little tramp (allow it)
Zone 2 step with my gang
Even aunties gotta drop their bags
Even aunties gotta keep it movin'
'Cause they knew it would've been a mad ting
I rise that ting and did that bootin'
Zone 2, Pecks, oh yes
Us man, yeah, we really do this
Better not lack, get shot in your back
Gang-gang doin' up Cupid
Man you know us man been a nuisance
I just linked D Skeng
And he's tellin' me the times that he Spartan opps
And I'm showin' him times I lurked
Slapped that wap, parked it off
The way that I'm stuck in the trap
More time I forget I'm a artist don
Yo, let me just chop this grizz
Wash my hands and bark this dog
Yo, the mash got clarted off
I just saw me a opp and he darted off
Fuckin' hell, why the Zone's ain't chartin' don?
Yo, if we wet man down it's grievous
We fuckin' mean it, wet
Put this Rambo to your mango
It ain't nuttin' but peelings
Yo, if you wanna step and dat
Back your mash and slap
Two packs in a 'rex, two packs in a trap
And I still gotta bruck this slab
I see man makin' music P's
Before that shit, you was a little tramp (allow it)
Zone 2 step with my gang
Even aunties gotta drop their bags
Yo, if you wanna step and dat
Back your mash and slap
Two packs in a 'rex, two packs in a trap
And I still gotta bruck this slab
I see man makin' music P's
Before that shit, you was a little tramp (allow it)
Zone 2 step with my gang
Even aunties gotta drop their bags
Drop their bags
Zone 2 step with my gang
Even aunties gotta drop their bags
Gang
Gang
Zone 2 step with my gang
Even aunties gotta drop their bags (aunty)
Credits
Writer(s): Ninian Martin Agyemang Fosu, 3lackondabeat
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