No Chorus

Ayo, hey Brumtown to the West Side, we let corn fly Beatin' off bare 'bine Ayy, grrt Real shooters Bro said "Come", say no more, say less Sm1, man, drop two latex Best friend Weston, yes, let's make mesh Chef them, chef them, blood on the payment (wet 'em up, wet 'em up) I don't why-, he lied, this- guy I put a wap to his head (brrt) You should've saw the way- cried The engine light just come up on the dash Bro askin', "What's wrong?" Ain't no vehicle expert Used to make girl come over in the mornin' When she ask, "Where?", I say "A quick adventure" (it's cool) Need more nine milli' dentures (baow) Bro, don't run man, must be the leg work (baow) Old MSG, just breathe like Skechers Put my shoes on and breeze interceptors (woi-oi) You tried makin' a drink, it was gone in a blink You know we got Nesquik (take that) If I pull up on opps and MM shootin' a vid I ain't movin' selective (yo take that) Four-four corners affective Won't leave sweets on the scene for detectives (boop-boop) If the camera man get smoked, that's his own fault But that weren't the objective More time I don't even send out a text 'Cah Lyca Mobile's tryna limit man's usage (brr) While in den I was sendin' the red man I free filter live, bitch, I grab mans movin' (got him) It's mad 'cah my brownin's clueless Said, "What's with the petrol?" I just done a bootin' I just laugh to myself on the sly We know what you're on, there's no need to prove it (haha) Yo, where's the chorus? We don't need no chorus Pull down the .45, lift up the Taurus We got a 1-4-1 like some unknown callers, lol Pick up your borers They need to open saunas The bleach did eat up my skin like ogres Man still take the risk like Tallerz Jamaican ting, let the food just flush If it's a raid that the jakes try hit (she baddie) And she still get vexed up north 'cause she don't know who persuasion is Three man in a plated whip Pullin' up on estates where pagans live (skrrt) And this ting soon get poppin' Some man ain't shottin', man savin' sticks If I tell yardman lock, cock it, don't stop 'til you take his wig Them man there, those some brazen picks Feed them boy corn like some cravin' kids (woosh) Chattin' to girl and creatin' fibs Like they don't know who done made it lit I'm an English gyal want war, 'cause she think I flew in my Bajan bitch My blue foot gyal love me and my lingo-lingo Ooh, she wan' Mandingo (goody) As a matter of fact, the bitch went black, and left that gringo (yeah, yeah) Look through the window (wait deh, wait deh) Ain't that-, though? It is, bro, bingo, let's bill Vimto Spilt some juice, try give man Cinco, Cinco (ching) Bro said his light comes better than mine, let's go compare it's simple (simple) OT trips, I put food in my town like tinsels (I do) Pistol filled with bells (yeah) And watch them man run when it jingles Got stars that twinkle, when the dot-dot bangin' sprinkles (boom-boom) Get man pissed off, shots get licked off Po-po pulled up, Pizz got ticked off Them man chat 'nuff, but get stabbed up Never did scab ups, still got picked off Lean and mix up, shit goes tits up Might get dipped up and get switched off Kill confirmed, had peers concerned That bridge got burned, that prick got ripped off Yo, where's the chorus? (Woi-woi) We don't need no chorus Pull down the .45, lift up the Taurus (grrt) We got a 1-4-1 like some unknown callers, lol Pick up your borers They need to open saunas The bleach did eat up my skin like ogres Man still take the risk like Tallerz Yo, where's the chorus? We don't need no chorus Pull down the .45, lift up the Taurus We got a 1-4-1 like some unknown callers, lol Pick up your borers They need to open saunas The bleach did eat up my skin like ogres Man still take the risk like Tallerz Yo what's the verse? We don't need no verse Man rise up and try put him in a hearse Who's that bro? Put it in reverse You get me? Fourth time out of jail Still ain't cut my nails Oh well, f*ck you bitch, go to hell Haha