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(Jay Bidz, you crazy)
(Scratch mixed it)
(Two-two-two-two)

Two gold bells in the barrel, if it goes right then I only need one (Bap, bap)
The shotty sounds like B2k, if I lean out the ride hear "Bump, bump, bump" (Whoosh)
My shooter gon' do it for love, he's upfront 'cause give him the drop (Gang)
He said he gon' deal with it quick, I heard he got hit, so the end is long
He gon' shoot for the red like Chicago (Boom)
I know that trigger tight like Mavado
I need a barbeque, no charcoal (Let's go)
Now he's screamin' around, "Move walalo"
I'm with gang, they don't want no lovers (No)
I got Cuban links like Trotters (Shawty)
I'm with food, tеll 'em "Pull up in numbers"
Telеcom get lit with my brothers

I can't let her, like a car, right back
If you don't give me drops then I will find that (Find—, biz)
I'm live, you don't wanna sight man
I got a wap in the vans and I will try that (Try—, bodoom, boom)
Try that (Try—), try that
Pa** the ting to the left, tell gang, "Try that" (Try that)
Two sticks, I don't need hi-hats
If you got a belly, you better hide that (Where they at?)
The West End named three artists
I do dirty, but I'm clean hearted
Givvy's top ten, but he's not chartin'
Young boy wanna spin 'til he get carsick
'Member days them boy was laughin', now I make money, raid, the gang are bathin'
Tell the-tell the bouncer, "No talkin'"
We're Flystr8, we're bringin' them all in
The West End named three artists
I do dirty, but I'm clean hearted
Givvy's top ten, but he's not chartin'
Young boy wanna spin 'til he get carsick
'Member days them boy was laughin', now I make money, raid, the gang are bathin'
Tell the-tell the bouncer, "No talkin'"
We're Flystr8, we're bringin' them all in

All this-all this pain' ain't goin' away
Don't watch, I feel like a killer today (Don't do it)
I did a drill broad day, so I told bro, "Whip", like he's juggin' a flake (Nyuum)
Posted up like I'm in a paint
So now they can't jam like space
And this dot-dot ain't lightweight
I heard he got burst, but it weren't by vase (Grrt, boom)
Like Meek, I'm stuck in my ways
Send a young boy O, now he's stuck there for days (Let's go)
I've seen an older f**k up the game and then he start lovin' the J (How?)
Ladies got a price like Kate, so how can you sleep at night and feel safe? (LOL)
Le prudence,Français
That's the reason the block always change (Dash)
Does the shoe fit like Footasylum?
I need a big boy car when I'm out ridin' (Bap, bap)
He got—, should've been slidin'
Then I do legs when I hear Trident (Nyuum)
And I get guns if I'm out vibsing
If you get too close then I will knife him (Yuck)
He got stretched when exercisin'
And flick knife, start improvisin'
I can't let her, like a car, right back
If you don't give me drops then I will find that (Find—, biz)
I'm live, you don't wanna sight man
I got a wap in the vans and I will try that (Try—, bodoom, boom)
Try that (Try—), try that
Pa** the ting to the left, tell gang, "Try that" (Try that)
Two sticks, I don't need hi-hats
If you got a belly, you better hide that (Where they at?)

The West End named three artists
I do dirty, but I'm clean hearted
Givvy's top ten, but he's not chartin'
Young boy wanna spin 'til he get carsick
'Member days them boy was laughin', now I make money, raid, the gang are bathin'
Tell the-tell the bouncer, "No talkin'"
We're Flystr8, we're bringin' them all in
The West End named three artists
I do dirty, but I'm clean hearted
Givvy's top ten, but he's not chartin'
Young boy wanna spin 'til he get carsick
'Member days them boy was laughin', now I make money, raid, the gang are bathin'
Tell the-tell the bouncer, "No talkin'"
We're Flystr8, we're bringin' them all in

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