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Yo, 3lack, what the hell man?

We mash work in Birmingham City (Brumtown)
Come we just jump in the hottaz
Xabads on deck, man swerve through the city (Skrr, skrr)
I ain’t know nuttin 'bout Colly
N***as get rubbed or we servin' in nitty (Mmm)
I was on the backroad grippin' my Mindi (True)
You was in the party just tryna get litty (Litty, litty)
And this baddie (Baddie)
She don’t wanna send me the addy (No way)
'Cause she knows we never came for the party
Bally’s on heads, just looking all hammy (Lowe it)
The feds got my n***as in Xabsi (My bros)
They still screaming out "Gang sh*t" gladly (Free the gang)
No way, this beef can’t call me
The box full of tools like Handy Manny (Mmm)
Like Handy Manny

Bros in thе trap, that's 3 for 20
Ying that yute if he's chilling in 20 (Ying that)
D***tz got hit in his headiе, headie (Bow)
And got left on telly (Telly)
About "Park up the dings in grove" (What?)
On the B block, man's doing for a slapping
Get smoked for your bro-bro's chatting, chatting, no cappin'
Nuff times I've flew out the ride, shank on my hip tryna send him to Christ (To Jesus)
Me and Trills, that's a crazy duo (Crazy)
See us better back your bruno
Ask *** how I slapped that dots (Bow)
I'm OT just cuttin' down rocks
Slide round, tryna put him on a top (On a top)
Slide round, tryna put him on a top (On a top)
How you gonna mention the guys? (How?)
You don't wanna get fried like fries (Don't know)
Them yutes just telling lies, don't slap, one slap .9
When corn gets bussed, just know that's us and trust me, I ain't telling no lies (Bow, bow)
And trust me, I ain't telling no lies

.38's, dotties and .9's
Tell me how you're gonna dodge this bine (How?)
I got beef with 4 blocks and beefing the Jake's, you can call it five
Told her "I ain't even tryna be rude, don't take off your clothes, it's brizz, then vibes" (I'm sorry)
No way, she could ever come mine (No way)
And could somebody tell man why
The opps come side, do cancel glides
Free, free NLoose my slime, he ain't calling feds when he press that .9 (My bro)
Free, free Lensc*m got my slatt, get back gang when he let that fly (Boom-bow)
Nowadays everyone's screaming "Gang"
Can't lie, only couple man's jumped in the ride (Lowe it)
My friends got enough, that's some raving sh*t (Raving)
Still pull up on a paigons strip (On the opp block)
We got the whole block flaming quick (Flaming)
Bro's in the T tryna flip, 'til he chops bricks like Jayden Smith (Brrr)
Like, ring, ring, ring, got the whole town just waitin' on him (Just waitin')
The way bro pulled up on the glide (On the glide)
You coulda swore that it was Hamaaniz (Free bro)
All them yutes just do is tell lies and the YouTube kids just believe their fibs (D**kheads)
F**k all the social vids, mans out for the bread like Hovis (Duckers)
And I hate when I gotta go station (Ah, man), 'cah the sergeant asking my name
I'm looking in his face, like, "You already know this" (D**khead)
And I couldn't give a toss 'bout the thots (No way)
Drop that b*t*h, get lotion (Lotion)
It's Newtown B, it's the trenches (Trenches)
Me, I ain't sitting on fences (No)
Hold smoke like Benson Hedges (Smoke)
If you f**king with the opps, I'll phone them (On God)
You don't wanna see bro let it go like Frozen (Foul)
See bro let it go like Frozen (Foul)

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