eski shells

aj tracey

it could all go wrong on a grim day

ruin man's day

give a fuck what his ting say

don't get pumped cuh your chick's in sight

cuh the 44 long looks thick like kim k

drama like a goal in the 90th

in the dance

wapped up

i'm a 90s kid

grab a bitch

spilling yak when i'm wavy

red bull all on her chest

that's hyper tits

see

it's hot in my bits

see

in my bits

let sticks pop in my bits

young gs with a flick and a rock in my bits

my niggas are on tops in my bits

in my bits

don't come to my block

dial in man for the bits on the blocks

you're a sideman

lonsdale all on your top

and you cat for the dro when you don't have gwop

armani man bags

not here for the fashion

one hand in if a yout starts gassing

headstart

run but the t will catch him

no encore

see the snub start clapping

there's bare machines like maplin

he left his iphone in the seat that he sat in

girls try run all over the set

burst tryna dodge bros and the shots start flapping

insta drop man

no iphone apping

friends get snapped so they wanna start backing

bare change pots

i'm django jacking

ups goons cuh the team's all packing

get banged for the greaze they are chatting

gunman? who? what rifle you clapping?

still clingfilm that i keep rapping

temper tantrum in the trap

i'm stamping

i don't think they can handle the guy

like how we gonna take his lines in the night?"

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