(M1OnTheBeat)Woi, yes(M1OnTheBeat)Yes, woiAgain and again, again and again, yeahYo, Chubbs might jam this yute for a chainAnd give it to a sweet one, called that Maya JamaGivin’ out gifts like Santa, sippin’ on SannaI used to do lean and wokCloset filled up with designer, comin’ like Panda, PandaYeah, gyal just came to the booth and asked for a wheelShe never heard Drill in AtlantaArabic ting told me that I look like Youssef, look like HamzaHabibti please, أنا أكيد، إنت وأنا أحلىWith Pop Skull in Gaza but not that Gaza, but still it’s a mazzani**as want a piece like cassavaBut we let bridge dem burn like GrabbaWoi, four in the cliz and one in the headieHand no shake, man, hold that steadyYa man love pose with the ting for the pictureYou man shoulda buss that ting alreadyYa man love Hezi HeziYeah, can’t back chat to the PreziYou know when the beef just taste like veggie?Gyal go ritz for the mani, pediCC bag looks nice but the Birkin bag look way more heavyThat’s just a big gyal ting, man, you get me?Raemi just turned mommy and that’s my sis so I just turn AbtiFan mail came to the crib from a yute that loves meI swear that touch meI never even drive no whips I own so they all look way too dustyIf me and Gallest go St. MichaelThe gyal come way too fussy, crushyMan said they would do this and thatBut the man weren’t really that wassy, was he?Nah, nah, nah, the man weren’t really that what?1-9-4-2, hits my system, man get way too frosty, buzzyGirls from the past that lost me, love meSame ones there that crossed me, cuss meEverything come full circle, word to the boss above meSlow stroking ’cause the bamski way too bigMy gyal don’t rush meWoi, don’t make me have to rise my rifleMan try send some young boys for meDon’t make me have to ride by high schoolShit you man been droppin’ latelyDon’t make me have to fly my iTunesSo much people buy into my hypeDon’t make me have to buy my hype tooDealt with the big homie alreadyDon’t make me have to side-by-side youNuff times he tried to hide behind youAmnesia but when I remind youI’m touchin’ road and I can’t find youWord to the M-O-B, I’m tied toI’m givin’ up when I decide too, geeOne
(OFB, OFB)Suh, suhSuh, suh, suh (One), suh, suh, suhOh, how we hate leggies (Suh, suh)How much points have the gang got? Many (One)Didn’t ever have to rise that dotsIt was just under my bed and ready (Turn)Bro bro chinged up a opp boyI swear he got chinged already? (They told me turn, uh)That next one thought he was bossThen he got shot, Nathan Tettey (They told me turn)Got this bad B on Henny (Turn, turn)My next one from yard love reggae (Shawty)We dishin’ out store and tellyThen we in France running out Trezeguet (One)She look sexy, sippin’ on HennyIf it feels good, I’ma pass the penny (Suh, suh, suh, suh, suh)She give headie, headieMy tracksuit Louis, now covered in FentyUsed to put light in the clingAnd it still didn’t stop it, smellin’ like petty (Turn)Got the dark in the blue, then we put it in the red, (Turn, turn, turn, turn) BalotelliThem times it was M way (What?)I mean M way, T house, M way (Huh?)North Penty, up top Penty (Huh?)Bentley, Range, then Bentley (One)Have you ever had your pockets empty? (Turn)But still found the bread to afford a trenton (Turn, turn, turn)Six litres flying through Epsom (Turn, turn, turn)I swear I’ve seen life from both perspectives (They told me turn, uh)That spot so far upsuh, en-route, got no connection (Told me turn)I done run through so much Scottish notesCouldn’t care ’bout no recessions (One)Still get one jail call from BoogieJudge gave him twenty years straight, it moved meCPS murder in the dock like Rupert‘Cah lil’ bro went and dun him so ruthless (Suh, suh, suh, suh)Got this cutie, she half CubanProbably why she like playin’ with the Cuban (Turn)Says she like chillin’ with the ooters, bootersEating uptown all suited booted, booted, booted (Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn)They wasn’t with us when the jeans were bootlegPutting that work, we ain’t never been spoon-fed (Turn)Comin’ for the jungle, you know where the zoo is (They told me turn, uh).44 or the .32 auto bells, it’s a toothpick (Told me turn)No rap cap we just speak what the truth is (Told me turn, uh)Lord forgive them, they don’t know what they’re doing (Told me turn)Shotgun, open the hatch, I put two inStill ain’t forgot how it feels to be losin’They thought it was permanent, found it amusin’All this drip on me like I’m canoein’Time just flyin’ (Huh)I’m just tryna do the slide ting to my juvies, juviesSo the beef is fryin’They tryna stop slidin’, Toosie, Toosie(One)(Suh, suh)