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How can you give man verbal abuse? Try come to the hood, had to buss that yute We didn't get touched but still left juice It wasn't from us, it must've been you My Air Force 1s got creased, brand new But I'm running from Jakes, so it's fuck these shoes You left your mate, that ain't your Bruce That ain't your bae, I beat that boo How you try say man ain't on it? What you know about hopping on bonnets? .32 on my waist, no jean size Cheeky finish, I might just lob him He said that he weren't from here So we ducked him, thought that he weren't being honest And bro done a brilliant dril Near enough got a kill but he still acts modest Bringing in waps into council flats And testing them out in the forest Successful one man I love this gun Old school like Fernando Torres In the field this ain't C.O.D But I've seen man run, dolphin dive They didn't wanna feel this heat Them man get head in the T I break it in pebbles and slang in the streets Tell broski hold all my profit I need a new wap to come enter the beef Skiddup, hi, click it, bye Do it like Boyz n the Hood Man know I got olders shook They know about man and the risks that I've took Opp block, old tracky and boogz A mask on my face give me gloves and I'm good Two man, two spinners, no juks Unlimited sweets I keep that by the Bush And how can you give man lip When you're shaking your arse for your friends, that's vile? And please don't be in denial Triggz got left in a Tescos aisle You shoulda kept your head in them books And headshot come like Young Shooks Man's running with villains and crooks, jooks Banging finesse with no look Fill up the tank with the mask on my face Hope they don't clock who it is Got a mash in the whip, a shank on my hip So if I get caught then I'm pissed The pigs want me up in the bin Not up in the bits, it's turning me skits My ninjas still taking trips so if man slips I guess that's it My ninjas still taking trips How can you give man verbal abuse? Try come to the hood, had to buss that yute You didn't get touched but still left juice It wasn't from us, it must've been you
I been sounding like this before baby was baby i had to be different and turn up a notch Bro said he want smoke but he don’t cuz know who i was before fame I was toting them glocks Got Shon and emil in the back Chris the driver Im ridin shotgun in the front with the chop Told preme after I get done fighting this case we can cut to the chase and get back to the Guap Just had up strap on a Nigga who tried it He try play with mine and got left on his porch Im lightin my city up dyt really up soon as this drop because I’m taking off He said he gon smoke me can’t get on my level the view is much better up here at the top Back then they ain’t notice me now niggas know its me Dont even know it the hate played a part They gon try to test me cuz I’m different glasses on no scope don’t need one I can see him from a distance Really valid out the trenches If I want it I’ma get it Sum kinda like a bbl Cuz I Went and got it now I’m bigger They just mad I’m young and gifted Took a break for a minute im back and I’m better Hellcat push a button im bending the block They keep on asking when ima relax ain’t no chillin don’t think that shit gonna stop double FF be the label surrounded by businessmen i reinvented the title of boss If im eating good then we all eatin good If im grieving my niggas gon spin till they drop yeah Wants and needs vibes I got those feelings Cut these street ties focus on the business She got needs I ain’t got no time for bitches Especially bitches who broke and don’t even know that they broke cuz they boujie but giving me throat While I’m driving the boat (Kodak) Never late I put rocks in my wrist for the glow When I hear the alarm I just get up and go Yeah “Not Finished” (Remix) By Murk Go follow me @thekiddgoated on Instagram
Uh, ha-ha Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' woo Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' woo Brodie gon' grrt that, grrt that Brodie gon' brrt that, brrt that Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' woo Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' woo Brodie gon' brrt that, brrt that Brodie gon' grrt that, grrt that Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' woo Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' woo (grrt), brodie gon'- .44 Bulldog, make 'em get back (bah) I ain't with the talk or the chit-chat (uh-huh) All you hatin' ass niggas better sit back (boom) Or you gon' be the next one to get they shit snatched (boom, boom) Free Milly Gz out the cage, he was buckin' (grrt) I kicked her out 'cause I'm allergic to the cuffin' (uh) And I ain't with the talk or discussions (nah) Know some niggas that'll shoot you for nothin' (grrt) I call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady (swish) Niggas gettin' no bread 'cause they lazy (lazy, boom) Let me tell ya why the opp niggas hate me (why they hate?) (Brrt) 'Cause all the opp niggas know I be flexin' (flexin', brrt) And I did 15 on my check-ins (uh) And it's big Louboutin when I'm steppin' (steppin') And it's big .38 for the weapon (grrt) Or I call J.R. with the Wesson (grrt-bah, grrt) They call Trav, call me Le Filayo (Filayo) Niggas know you got the apes on the payroll (Filayo) Nigga slide through ya block with a Draco (bah) Nigga nun, do a move if I say no (nah) Dunk on that nigga, Tatum (woo, bah) All of y'all niggas, dayroom (uh-huh) Stay with the Zoes, Haitians (woo, grrt-bah) 823, sanctioned (no shit) .44 Bulldog, make 'em get back (bah, grrt) I ain't with the talk or the chit-chat (brrt) All you hatin' ass niggas better sit back (sit back) Or you gon' be the next one to get they shit snatched (fuck is you talkin' 'bout?) Free Milly Gz out the cage, he was buckin' (uh-huh) I kicked her out 'cause I'm allergic to the cuffin' (bah) And I ain't with the talk or discussions (uh-huh) Know some niggas that'll shoot you for nothin' (grrt) Sun out (boom), gun out (boom) Rundown, what now? (Bah) Flossy, the jungle the playground (bah) Back out the chop, we gon' spray rounds (bah) Big Fendi bag, no Sprayground (boom) Aim for your head, we don't spray ground (uh-huh) Everybody know that I'm GG (uh) I'm still in the hood, smokin' headlight (brrt) Do you know the '09 to the 2T? (Bah) Posted in the Floss, they be wildin' (bah) Brodie got locked for the hammer (woo) Free Rock, get off the island (boom) '09 to the Glock like Dem Wayz (Dem Wayz) And I keep a chop like sensei (uh) Niggas move hot, I ain't say nothin' (bah) 'Cause I'ma lay low 'til that day come (woo) .44 Bulldog, make 'em get back (get back) I ain't with the talk or the chit-chat (bah) All you hatin' ass niggas better sit back (bah) Or you gon' be the next one to get they shit snatched (grrt) Free Milly Gz out the cage, he was buckin' (bah) I kicked her out 'cause I'm allergic to the cuffin' (boom) And I ain't with the talk or discussions (uh-huh) Know some niggas that'll shoot you for nothin' (look) (woo)
When I was young we used to play with caps and cap guns man that was fun Tryina scare the neighbors, now we got kids doin fake drive bys with orbeez guns Oh shit, you got got em good homie, he just took one to the lung Laughin they asses of like it’s all fun and games till someone uses a real gun
Uh, haha Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' woo Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' woo Brodie gon' grrt that, grrt that Brodie gon' brrt that, brrt that Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' woo Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' woo Brodie gon' brrt that, brrt that Brodie gon' grrt that, grrt that Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' woo Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' woo (Grrt) Brodie gon' [Chorus] .44 Bulldog, make 'em get back (Bah) I ain't with the talk or the chit chat (Uh-huh) All you hatin' ass niggas better sit back (Boom) Or you gon' be the next one to get they shit snatched (Boom, boom) Free Melly Gz out the cage, he was buckin' (Grrt) I kicked her out 'cause I'm allergic to the cuffin' (Uh) And I ain't with the talk or discussions (Nah) Know some niggas that'll shoot you for nothin' (Grrt) [Verse 1] I call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady (Swish) Niggas gettin' no bread 'cause they lazy (Lazy, boom) Let me tell ya why the opp niggas hate me (Why they hate? Brrt) 'Cause all the opp niggas know I be flexin' (Flexin', brrt) And I did fifteen on my check-ins (Uh) And it's big Louboutin when I'm steppin' (Steppin') And it's big .38 for the weapon (Grrt) Or I call J.R. with the Wesson (Grrt-bah, grrt) They call Trav, call me like Falayo (Falayo) Niggas know you got the Apes on the payroll (Falayo) Niggas slide through ya block with a Draco (Bah) Nigga nun, do a move if I say no (Nah) Dunk on that nigga, Tatum (Woo, bah) All of y'all niggas, dayroom (Uh-huh) Stay with the Zoes, Haitians (Woo, grrt-bah) 823, sanctioned (Okay) [Chorus] .44 Bulldog, make 'em get back (Bah, grrt) I ain't with the talk or the chit chat (Brrt) All you hatin' ass niggas better sit back (Sit back) Or you gon' be the next one to get they shit snatched (Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?) Free Melly Gz out the cage, he was buckin' (Uh-huh) I kicked her out 'cause I'm allergic to the cuffin' (Bah) And I ain't with the talk or discussions (Uh-huh) Know some niggas that'll shoot you for nothin' (Grrt) [Verse 2] Sun out (Boom), gun out (Boom) Run down, what now? (Bah) Flossy, the jungle the playground (Bah) Back out the chop, we gon' spray rounds (Bah) Big Fendi bag, no Sprayground (Boom) Aim for your head, we don't spray ground (Uh-huh) Everybody know that I'm GG (Uh) I'm still in the hood, smokin' headlight (Brrt) Do you know the '09 to the 2T? (Bah) Posted in the Floss, they be wildin' (Bah) Brodie got locked for the hammer (Woo) Free Rocket off the island (Boom) '09 to the Glock like dem wayz (Dem wayz) And I keep a chop like sensei (Uh) Niggas move hot, I ain't say nothin' (Bah) 'Cause I'ma lay low 'til that day come (Woo) [Chorus] .44 Bulldog, make 'em get back (Get back) I ain't with the talk or the chit chat (Bah) All you hatin' ass niggas better sit back (Bah) Or you gon' be the next one to get they shit snatched (Grrt) Free Melly Gz out the cage, he was buckin' (Bah) I kicked her out 'cause I'm allergic to the cuffin' (Boom) And I ain't with the talk or discussions (Uh-huh) Know some
Okay Zzala (Okay Zzala) Sgommo Lambo Diablo, manco li cago (Uaun) Mando il capo dei capi all'anonimato (No) Tu puoi farti di merda e mordere il laccio Sbatto trenta di collana a terra, volevo solo rompere il ghiaccio (Ah) Ba-ba-bad bitch vuoi i papers, sa che sono money maker Fra', se vuoi farmi la guerra, vai a faccia in terra, sì, come i breaker (Uh) Lei fa tanto la suora, passa la porta, frate', già naked Ho fogli gialli più fogli viola, frate', sembra che gioco nei Lakers (Damn) Parli di hip hop, io sono il boss, vengo per licenziarvi (Ahah) Tu che più il G.O.A.T. sembri una capra, bro, come dice Sgarbi (Ma va) La scena rincorre da anni (Eh) Ma ancora mi pare distantе (Ah) Ho un bilocale sul braccio (Uh) Un monolocale di scarpe, ah (Ah) Scеndo dal mezzo, sedile ha due R così non mi sbaglio (Ehi) Bella la chain che hai comprato, non sembra due toni, mi pare di stagno (Bleah) Forse, fra', non ti bastavano, quindi ho deciso di andare al risparmio Se parli male, un mio brother ti shotta nei piedi alla Megan Thee Stallion, ehi (Ehi) Il mio flow è siga su benza, scoppia Giro da solo, fra', senza scorta Mani pulite, coscienza sporca, ehi (Ehi) MBK col kit Malossi Siamo giganti sul beat, colossi Le facevo da tre g, Golovkin, ehi (Ehi) Siamo alti come i Watussi La sua pussy è così rosa che solo ad annusarla fa come la 2C (Muah) Sono io che decido se dirti di "no" oppure "tu sì" Anche stase' ti scopi le mani, vai tra', non la bussi Stole parla con quelli di QC Ehi (Ehi) Fra', non so come commentarti Puoi chiamarmi J come Balvin Dicono: "GG" come Allin Ehi (Ehi) Culo gonfio, sì, come Cardi Lo capisco da come balli Che sei 'roia, sì, come Il Dandi
