Из альбома: Barrel Brothers
You fucking with the best in Republic, probably better from Brooklyn
Ain't nobody give us a lane , fuck you we took one
Niggas be hope for a dope sky and dope
More like get that'the way we getting the ..
And shut be descript to the war, nothing 's cut nothing's step on
Look like the days that are non collecting ..
Wait nigga, he's slept on
Fuck it he kept gone, every sixty that bring give me a flex bone
Came up, deliver with me, that's more than ex mode
I'm, bout my team and my nigga '
This happened to'squeeze to every clip and then let go
Fuck all the roll until they got the check on
..met like switching lanes
Neck lance sizing change, over see, switching planes
You on the 'go get you change
Cuz if you gone I am and you'll click a band
Hit 'em man, got 'em when they calling me 'in eighty six
I hear that vibe will hanging off to make a flip
No I handle bust, not handle bust and play the grifts
Turn and hanging ya all when she getting dick
I'm young pretty, I hit hard
I'm the best shape of my life
My foundation is staying in the zip court
My only down fall is brothers cover the lipcode
Play the liquers and nones the made a grip on the side
But man is on the beats I'm ready to kiss her from the start
My man call up the base like they was kicking around
Hands all over your face as you wake and get you a line
Time for one, double meaning, double
Double how we is with doors open and flows
All the shavers are kept in
The more dope that I toast is show me how this is
That your flows if your throw juggle in me in
All that worth will know is me
See my flows forbidden
I must link this and smoke the wide
Moving over edges
I can walk in church just smoking wide
Lord I'm on the '
Please I'm only kidded, look at the person I use to be
Driving to hell fire, my life is fine for testing
I'm passing, refill some testing
Escape from the jail and '
And I can barely be up and jump with barely'
I was solo now I'm over your head and feel my presence
Mu curses appear as long as blesses
So I laugh at any man, thou we suppose to what we on
I'm attack it with their stand
These don't split garbage like the 'glance
Come from 'they got imaginary fans
Bitches call me winner I put passion in their pants
I'mma 'for abstinence cuz no one's ever with me
I will stab you w tangular for acting like you can
But this straight 'quick get perfume
Split sick, switch hit, traffic stuck mood
Miss fit, brigs fit, mix get to
Six, six, six you
Thick thick thick boom