Innocent Yutes

Swirving PA Beats

Talk about "Running and dropping your crisps" (Dickhead)
But the same risk-taker ran up and done your friend,
Now he's sitting in riz (Haha)
How many times have we stepped on strips?
Way more times than bro done Dizz
But that pussio still heard 11th
So please don't talk like we ain't piss (They know)
Tryna get suttin' down on the back road
Meanwhile you man were chilling in booth (They're rappers)
Bro-bro lets take that trip
Bells in the bag with the mash
Cah that's scram
Yeah, man's bringing it too (Bringing it)
From kway back still drilling on yutes (No)
Now don't try claim you're an innocent
Diligent niggas on militant moves (Diligent)
Get splashed in front of your Marje
Sorry auntie, inconsiderate goons (Sorry auntie)
16th where man's head's in
But anything 6th man's digging in too (They know)
Facts show gang's spilling juice (Spilling)
How you gonna talk about scoreboard?
Scoreboard show that we're winning this too (Winning)
All now still drilling on yutes
Why would I care about an internet goon? (Why'd I care?)
"Don't talk about Beckton"? (No)
Eight bells in the clip untucked
Wins if I state nigga don't ask no questions (Slap the corn)
Five years in my lap if I rise this wap
Rudeboy gon' aim at your melon (Headshot)
CGE, that's the bloodline ting
But you know I'll still do it for my 7th (7th)

Five-O lurking foot down we swerving them jakes
Black, bally on my face to bang it off broad day (Bow-bow)
Talk's too cheap, that's why I'm rolling round with my heat
Sweets in the clip, always keep one in the head
You can hold one in your face (Bow)
I ain't never been the one for stunting (Nah, nah, nah, nah)
Anywhere anytime I'll hop out the ride and touch him
Bad B wan' come to the CGE and eat up my balls like dumplings (Uh)
Told F2 lets go hunting
Told F2 grab that ding-dong lets go hunting (Let's get round dere)
Same day an opp got splashed
I was in Chadd Green billing up packs
And this .9 don't jam, I grease up my waps
Ten toes, or a ding-dong, ped, you can get whacked (Whacked, whacked)
Ten toes, or a ding-dong, ped, you can get whacked

Got them skengs out so we drilling (Drilling)
When it's trap time, manna trap hard
Them man want p's like sweets like Millions (Millions)
They the opps, they're scared
They ain't got no gunsmoke for a villain (No way)
Yeah my darg's got figure
Got him down New Years no snitching (Shh)
Bro-bro just itching to shoot
But then cats just itching for food
Had men running like yutes
Was kicking off doors
Kicking off doors til the chinks was tryna put the grub in the boot
Back to the hood, late night hand me the tool glass bro to the rave
Then it's lock arff', and everyting pop arff' (Yeah)
Skeng from his waist to his face
And my young bot roll with the largest chopper
CGE, one three
You don't know about the teams don't tell you about proper
My niggas stuff corn in the guns and the guns won't stutter (Woo)
Hookers be loving the gang ting
Still finna stres' cah' the judge got gang on the landing
(Free the team)
Still finna stres' cah' the judge got gang on the landing
Ride out for the hell of it
If I see any opposition in the field
I can put it on my life they're getting wigged (Bow)
[?] trap rudeboy you're getting in (Uh)
Drive through the 6, like pepper-skin
What's all the talk about?
Like man can't just grab a handting go walk about (Yeah)
Got the screw for the box of loud
That's bro, that's bro when he talks he don't make a sound
Big Locz when yeah it sprayed around
Ten toes opp block don't slip pure chase a sound