chop it the same size as swarmz
bando from morning to morn
her back come big like storm
civilians all bibbing their horn
got me spinning this coupe for my brown skin jawn
i don't talk on the glide
and my heart's fully in when i'm riding
run man down 'til a paigon vomits
tryna ching where his mind is
three car doors get popped when we're sliding
what you know about your rambo coming unscrewed
so you twist it 'til it's tightened
i'm in edmonton green where these guys don't be
gold teeth and this mash gon' beat
i'm on the abz with a pumpy beat
but it's calm 'cause they still get filled with sweets
all these machines ain't cheap
see an opp on the glide and get smoked for free
now let's watch a pussyhole leak
my broski wan' spill some juice
blacked out in the 9 with two
this sweet one's tryna go on rude
now she's up in my dm's going on cute
hop out the-hop out the ride
swear down didn't work on his stamina
three man squashed in the back
he was sitting in the passenger
pull up in farm then we rise these hammers up
in my head it was me in the 9
and loaded waps up in this blacked out coupe
you don't mash no work so don't lie in the booth
i spit too much fire in the booth
it's not like the endgame