Castaways
No, I can't get cheffed like
Two deep when I step in the back
No playing around, get chopped like
Or you might get chopped in your arm like
41 no Jenny and Kyle
Doing shows like Jeremy Kyle, get boxed in your face, start running a mile
I was hungry, mad, now I'm tryna go wild
Still can't get a whoosh like
Black eye now he looking like
Stop running away, I'll just rev on the gas
Tap one, tap one like it's ash
No way could I lack for a bitch like
Little boy got hit in his face
No, I ain't gonna lack, got the chop on my waist
Free bro, he's locked in a cage
Risky Biz won't slap that gauge, test man and you'll meet your maker
Gonna ride out by the end of the day
No, I can't do dash, my name isn't
I can't lie, I'm still waiting for
Cah he dashed too quick like
Fuck that, I'm gonna cut if I rage
Got beat out his kicks like
Get a box in your hair like braids
Kay Slim, but she calling me Kay
I clocked that, so I crossed that out the way
Don't get in my face, cheekbones get shaved
Baseball got a bat and a glove
Your girlfriend's on giving me uck
So I told her, come to the back of the club
Got a spliff in my hand with a bottle of rum
You claim risky as your opp, I ain't seen you once don't lie on the net
All these girls so tired, go lie on your bed
Don't miss, still dropping their set
Too many man been wet
I can name like so many men
I ain't been touched by none of these gems
We're stuck where we are
With no house, no car
Castaways, ahoy
We are castaways
Two deep when I step in the back
No playing around, get chopped like
Or you might get chopped in your arm like
41 no Jenny and Kyle
Doing shows like Jeremy Kyle, get boxed in your face, start running a mile
I was hungry, mad, now I'm tryna go wild
Still can't get a whoosh like
Black eye now he looking like
Stop running away, I'll just rev on the gas
Tap one, tap one like it's ash
No way could I lack for a bitch like
Little boy got hit in his face
No, I ain't gonna lack, got the chop on my waist
Free bro, he's locked in a cage
Risky Biz won't slap that gauge, test man and you'll meet your maker
Gonna ride out by the end of the day
No, I can't do dash, my name isn't
I can't lie, I'm still waiting for
Cah he dashed too quick like
Fuck that, I'm gonna cut if I rage
Got beat out his kicks like
Get a box in your hair like braids
Kay Slim, but she calling me Kay
I clocked that, so I crossed that out the way
Don't get in my face, cheekbones get shaved
Baseball got a bat and a glove
Your girlfriend's on giving me uck
So I told her, come to the back of the club
Got a spliff in my hand with a bottle of rum
You claim risky as your opp, I ain't seen you once don't lie on the net
All these girls so tired, go lie on your bed
Don't miss, still dropping their set
Too many man been wet
I can name like so many men
I ain't been touched by none of these gems
We're stuck where we are
With no house, no car
Castaways, ahoy
We are castaways
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Writer(s): Risky Risky
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