My Laners bop, my Sinners step Slide 'round there, drench man, who's next? (Who, who?) I swear that day was ments' One more poke and you would've been dead (ments') You don't want to see three man in a four door Or four man on two stolen 'peds That's nothing but serious Sinners with swords and spinners tryna' crash again It's intense, couldn't get him so we got his friend Four door pull up and them man jet They leave their friends, we could never be like them Sin Squad slide with swords and skengs All swords and skengs, tryna get an opp wet Countless times on the opp block But more time when we leave, it's stress I remember living in the paigon ends I had like three or four paigon friends Still done drills on the paigons dem Still get love from a paigon jezz Step 'round there, like fuck it I wan' get close and touch him Uncs just screamed out "Bun him!" Six just squeezed that Russian Ain't seen Jakes so we're cuttin' Sin Squad splashed up more than a dozen Park Lane bop, tryna cause a reduction Drench man's top 'til the boy can't function Do up an opp, no frontin' You can act all violent on the 'net In reality it's faux (fake) Step 'round there like who's on who (who?) Pull up on your block they get found in queue Four door pull up they have no clue (None) No names on tracks Really put these guys on the news Shhh
B on her face shank on my waist got me feeling like django now i step wid a rambo on hip tryna sluce man's mango my g still cooking up in the bando whippin white nittys calling my zanco
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One overused instrumental
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My Laners bop, my Sinners step
Slide 'round there, drench man, who's next? (Who, who?)
I swear that day was ments'
One more poke and you would've been dead (ments')
You don't want to see three man in a four door
Or four man on two stolen 'peds
That's nothing but serious Sinners with swords and spinners tryna' crash again
It's intense, couldn't get him so we got his friend
Four door pull up and them man jet
They leave their friends, we could never be like them
Sin Squad slide with swords and skengs
All swords and skengs, tryna get an opp wet
Countless times on the opp block
But more time when we leave, it's stress
I remember living in the paigon ends
I had like three or four paigon friends
Still done drills on the paigons dem
Still get love from a paigon jezz
Step 'round there, like fuck it
I wan' get close and touch him
Uncs just screamed out "Bun him!"
Six just squeezed that Russian
Ain't seen Jakes so we're cuttin'
Sin Squad splashed up more than a dozen
Park Lane bop, tryna cause a reduction
Drench man's top 'til the boy can't function
Do up an opp, no frontin'
You can act all violent on the 'net
In reality it's faux (fake)
Step 'round there like who's on who (who?)
Pull up on your block they get found in queue
Four door pull up they have no clue (None)
No names on tracks
Really put these guys on the news
Shhh
Brazilian Funk fans
B on her face shank on my waist got me feeling like django now i step wid a rambo on hip tryna sluce man's mango my g still cooking up in the bando whippin white nittys calling my zanco