GMD

I told bro I’m itchin to ride He said "yo, just take it easy" I’ll take that risk like CB Put man all over the TV Still anyting shh get shh Dem man don’t wanna see me Make food disappear Houdini Now I got keys to the beamer like Beenie Jeepers Creepers Freddie and Jason through your speakers Get round there in tracky and slides then Run man down in their sneakers grim reapers Bet you don’t resurrect like Jesus Jeepers creepers Get rid of that yute like foetus One for the money Two in the dots that’s lost Surprised that the gang’s still free Now we still put new fours on the block F*ck five-o had me bang up at about six so I Couldn’t keep my eyes off the clock Touch road and I took that risk I sold seven Gs of rock Eight times out of ten gang got it Anyting shh get shh Make man trip, spill, vomit Shh got shh from the shh Way lil bro, one lock it Last night won that lat Blood all over the bonnet I had the whole block doin up moshpit Guns, money and drugs You already know, gang been doin up road Bad Bs throwin up Os How can we be broke? If we (w) rap white like K koke next few shows We’re gonna spend that money on smoke Pochettino, tryna do G money like Nino Ride man’s ting Go light man’s skin like he’s albino All black like emo Put 10 in the back, Coutinho Out here getting paid in full And I tell girls that my real name’s Rico They try mock me cos RV had A job like H boogie Didn’t come for me and play looksee GBH showed prints from the crime scene Jury looked at me like "How could he?" In, Fully, Big, Bully Opps still chat on the net I’ve been there day and night, Kid Cudi Big man chatty and past the time Palm of the skeng when we go past the nine Shh got chinged in the ride He ran and couldn’t make it past the line Shh got chinged and snitched I swear that he’s still up in court and cryin I see man doin a vid Still out tryna flex with ice You coulda got smoked in your head But you’re like 35 When’s the last time man’s done a works That’s awkward Man won't free they’re cautious Cah they know gang’s all about scorin Guns, money and drugs You already know, gang been doin up road Bad Bs throwin up Os How can we be broke? If we (w) rap white like K koke next few shows We’re gonna spend that money on smoke