BBR
Ha
Boutta kill this ting, ye
Nest
Lemme do this one more time
Ayt, let's go
Got no break, them mans intense
Black young boy gotta run his ends
Never had time to make dem friends
I see them clear son with no lens
That girl wanna get in my jumpers
Young bad ting on my dick do wonders
When I pull all hard and I give no fucks
Chillin' with Kaz with a big boy truck
Slatt that ting, can't slatt my P's
Still 10 toes on my NMDs
Kill that boy if he touch my eats
Girls out here love garms and creps
A whole new wave, ba re Nest is next
Don't pick no call and I don't do text
Raps on sneeze, mans on check
Whole gang drip, bruv that's big flex
Corona in sight don't pass that at me
4 door V with an all black Bah'lly
Crack no smirk when I pack my tools
If I got that lurk then I send my goons
All black B, with a Tropical Juice
And Tropical seeds cause I can't be loose
Back on herbs, feedin' my roots
Till I'm high, no twat, nigga till he smooth
Yeah, I got bags on my eyes, you do know
014 kids call me their hero
And I got bags on my eyes, I see those
Damn heart cold, but a nigga still heat though
That young nigga got a nigga on hold
Why gee gotta move like a hoe
I ain't never done what a nigga been told
But I go too hard like Jay Z's flows
I'm too hard I should run for the president
I spit a verse now he lookin like a mannequin
I'm too cool, ye forever be relevant
Said he a hater but he still be listening
Been through a lot, so I smoke when I reminisce
I'm too sick, boy, how you ain't gettin this
Run up on a track when a youngin be feelin pissed
Gorgeous ting on my dick and he gettin pissed
Still top runner, motherfucker, I ain't ditching it
Ting look cute so I still be kissing it
4 years straight and I still ain't losing it
Switch my flows dats how I'm killin' it
Run that shit, back that shit
Crash that bitch, run that bih
Kill that bitch, kill that bih
Run that shit, beat that nigga
Uh huh
Yessir
Ha
Okay, my turn
Yeah
See around here, we keep it real, there ain't no fake pretend
If you mess with me, then I cut you off, I got no ties to mend
It's getting loud, we blazing out, studio gettin' foggy
I'm cooking up, I won't pick up, so don't even bother to call me
Doing a madness on the production Yes, I made this beat
I'm underestimated gang, even though I bring the heat
Wanna be top dog in the game, never suffer to defeat
I wanna be noticed all around, Prod all over the streets
Niggas too busy with that du-dun-du-dun, don't play no games
Cause once you start pursuing your goals, life will never be the same
Forever wonder what the future holds on the road to fame
I'm just willing to do what it takes till everybody knows my name
Just wanna get big racks so I don't have to go all the way to the mall
Niggas never sacrifice for the shit they love, bro i'm appalled
Don't bring out the beast in me, cause in the end, you gonna feel small
Me and the bros gonna reach the top one day and we'll never fall
Yeah, I wanna make it independent, I'll never sign a deal
Hey buddy, your girl told me she like me, tell me how you feel
Dreamin' of Beamers and Bentleys with your boy behind the wheel
Guess you could say the shit I'm doing is more of a talent than a skill
Just go through the gate my guy, you don't need to jump the fence
Don't say you don't have no vision, you just need to change your lens
You have to up the anti, boy this shit is getting tense
But anyways, this was fun, I hope I get to do it again
Ha
Yessir
Yeah
Boutta kill this ting, ye
Nest
Lemme do this one more time
Ayt, let's go
Got no break, them mans intense
Black young boy gotta run his ends
Never had time to make dem friends
I see them clear son with no lens
That girl wanna get in my jumpers
Young bad ting on my dick do wonders
When I pull all hard and I give no fucks
Chillin' with Kaz with a big boy truck
Slatt that ting, can't slatt my P's
Still 10 toes on my NMDs
Kill that boy if he touch my eats
Girls out here love garms and creps
A whole new wave, ba re Nest is next
Don't pick no call and I don't do text
Raps on sneeze, mans on check
Whole gang drip, bruv that's big flex
Corona in sight don't pass that at me
4 door V with an all black Bah'lly
Crack no smirk when I pack my tools
If I got that lurk then I send my goons
All black B, with a Tropical Juice
And Tropical seeds cause I can't be loose
Back on herbs, feedin' my roots
Till I'm high, no twat, nigga till he smooth
Yeah, I got bags on my eyes, you do know
014 kids call me their hero
And I got bags on my eyes, I see those
Damn heart cold, but a nigga still heat though
That young nigga got a nigga on hold
Why gee gotta move like a hoe
I ain't never done what a nigga been told
But I go too hard like Jay Z's flows
I'm too hard I should run for the president
I spit a verse now he lookin like a mannequin
I'm too cool, ye forever be relevant
Said he a hater but he still be listening
Been through a lot, so I smoke when I reminisce
I'm too sick, boy, how you ain't gettin this
Run up on a track when a youngin be feelin pissed
Gorgeous ting on my dick and he gettin pissed
Still top runner, motherfucker, I ain't ditching it
Ting look cute so I still be kissing it
4 years straight and I still ain't losing it
Switch my flows dats how I'm killin' it
Run that shit, back that shit
Crash that bitch, run that bih
Kill that bitch, kill that bih
Run that shit, beat that nigga
Uh huh
Yessir
Ha
Okay, my turn
Yeah
See around here, we keep it real, there ain't no fake pretend
If you mess with me, then I cut you off, I got no ties to mend
It's getting loud, we blazing out, studio gettin' foggy
I'm cooking up, I won't pick up, so don't even bother to call me
Doing a madness on the production Yes, I made this beat
I'm underestimated gang, even though I bring the heat
Wanna be top dog in the game, never suffer to defeat
I wanna be noticed all around, Prod all over the streets
Niggas too busy with that du-dun-du-dun, don't play no games
Cause once you start pursuing your goals, life will never be the same
Forever wonder what the future holds on the road to fame
I'm just willing to do what it takes till everybody knows my name
Just wanna get big racks so I don't have to go all the way to the mall
Niggas never sacrifice for the shit they love, bro i'm appalled
Don't bring out the beast in me, cause in the end, you gonna feel small
Me and the bros gonna reach the top one day and we'll never fall
Yeah, I wanna make it independent, I'll never sign a deal
Hey buddy, your girl told me she like me, tell me how you feel
Dreamin' of Beamers and Bentleys with your boy behind the wheel
Guess you could say the shit I'm doing is more of a talent than a skill
Just go through the gate my guy, you don't need to jump the fence
Don't say you don't have no vision, you just need to change your lens
You have to up the anti, boy this shit is getting tense
But anyways, this was fun, I hope I get to do it again
Ha
Yessir
Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Thomo Matlala
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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