( yung fume)
Lifes fucked hold your 9s up
Ridin out to norwood and im thinking bout my knifes touch
Like any paygons dat we see is gettin sliced up
Black balli nike gloves think they could fight us i still dont do the right stuff
Ive seen donnys be mad broke now they fukin iced up
Chillin on your ones with a splith and a lighter
Take couple bun now your waved and your hyped up
Ill hit that strip make tha flip bout the white girl due to take that bitch
Ride in my stick ride up n pitch
Tell my niggas take da shit
Couse my niggas never bragging we just get the stack in
All day pengaleng ot trappin
Sour d smoking on the piff then im bagging
Like my brudda mounts couse wen its beef i no he hes clappin
Clappin never ever chattin pull up wind down da window start clappin
See me in the wizzer in the wizzer id be nappin
Fuk couse da nitties and the kities are my passion
Slugs styll move rapid
I dont give a fuck slugs styll do damage
Buh fuk da net talk it jus feels like im chatin u can ask in the park blud they no wah happened
Donnys got turnt n if i had a ting donnys woulda got burnt
Dese pricks dont learn my hole team strong we styll move firm
Got da strap if i clap
L kid man a turn your white face black
Pusssy are you mad
Pussy ur not bad
(mounts)
Round in no sannsctions yeah in da hood
Rollin wid da magnum yeah its all good
No chating shit dont fukin start caur
1 false word let it fukin bark
Run up in da trap were da rassclart food
Well split ur wig injur your dudes like
Big snub nose tearin bolds my don jus liked a move had to buss some skulls
Shotty turning bodys
Everybody knoes my hobby
Like food get cash in trollys like
Ur all wet
Come south norwood on a regs
(yung fume)
Roll true das old news dont get it twisted caur donny il toast you
U dont no all da pain da i go through
C money nice so i thinkin about a gold tooth
Wid a lil cutter
Tryna get a lil butter
Fam it felt diffrent wen i heard it had a lil bruva
Forever shots knocking at your leter box donny better awnser all i wanted is a lil gwolla
Clappin zds 12 slugs in da mash have him had 4 dead
Hit bodies n pitch donnys
3 8 mounts grabbin a big dotty
Certified us now yeah you should no this fuk a otis donnys get toasted
You see me on ur strip im posted
Burner in my hand like somebody gettin ghosted
Lightworks me n u wid mashses you will die first
Kum 2 beef u bes make da right turn
If not get ur side turnt wid da strap das long like a sideburn
(termz)
Guns poppin niggas droppin wen my teams about
Bring the nener out mounts wid da sotink lookin long peter crouch
Push it in da cheaters mouth
I say u start speakin now be4 we get da beatens out
Dont fuk around caur my dawgs are on this crazy ting blaze da ting
Violet my dawgs we gna take ur wig
Fuk bieng broke paper chasing ting out on da block day n night getting wages in
Couse ima boss rick ross ima have you runin when my tetnan spits off
Dont disrespect yung gen will lick shots
Have you lookin like the fish in the chip shop
With his wig off eyes all criss cross
When it starts spitin uno its gonna lift off
(frenzy)
So i hear a lot of pricks
Fumes got the sticks
Havin niggas runin out dere kicks in the strip
No let da let da go now termz jus brang out the big snub nose
Do you bruddas think ur funny could b a mummy wen im planting shells in your tummy
Wahs gd pussyhole weres da food weres da doe i want da yes yh i want da show
I no mounts has got the sotink could be kumin if u niggas runin up ur gum talk
Straight clappin we get baggin n gun talk well get baggin slap in my gun talk
Lifes fucked hold your 9s up
Ridin out to norwood and im thinking bout my knifes touch
Like any paygons dat we see is gettin sliced up
Black balli nike gloves think they could fight us i still dont do the right stuff
Ive seen donnys be mad broke now they fukin iced up
Chillin on your ones with a splith and a lighter
Take couple bun now your waved and your hyped up
Ill hit that strip make tha flip bout the white girl due to take that bitch
Ride in my stick ride up n pitch
Tell my niggas take da shit
Couse my niggas never bragging we just get the stack in
All day pengaleng ot trappin
Sour d smoking on the piff then im bagging
Like my brudda mounts couse wen its beef i no he hes clappin
Clappin never ever chattin pull up wind down da window start clappin
See me in the wizzer in the wizzer id be nappin
Fuk couse da nitties and the kities are my passion
Slugs styll move rapid
I dont give a fuck slugs styll do damage
Buh fuk da net talk it jus feels like im chatin u can ask in the park blud they no wah happened
Donnys got turnt n if i had a ting donnys woulda got burnt
Dese pricks dont learn my hole team strong we styll move firm
Got da strap if i clap
L kid man a turn your white face black
Pusssy are you mad
Pussy ur not bad
(mounts)
Round in no sannsctions yeah in da hood
Rollin wid da magnum yeah its all good
No chating shit dont fukin start caur
1 false word let it fukin bark
Run up in da trap were da rassclart food
Well split ur wig injur your dudes like
Big snub nose tearin bolds my don jus liked a move had to buss some skulls
Shotty turning bodys
Everybody knoes my hobby
Like food get cash in trollys like
Ur all wet
Come south norwood on a regs
(yung fume)
Roll true das old news dont get it twisted caur donny il toast you
U dont no all da pain da i go through
C money nice so i thinkin about a gold tooth
Wid a lil cutter
Tryna get a lil butter
Fam it felt diffrent wen i heard it had a lil bruva
Forever shots knocking at your leter box donny better awnser all i wanted is a lil gwolla
Clappin zds 12 slugs in da mash have him had 4 dead
Hit bodies n pitch donnys
3 8 mounts grabbin a big dotty
Certified us now yeah you should no this fuk a otis donnys get toasted
You see me on ur strip im posted
Burner in my hand like somebody gettin ghosted
Lightworks me n u wid mashses you will die first
Kum 2 beef u bes make da right turn
If not get ur side turnt wid da strap das long like a sideburn
(termz)
Guns poppin niggas droppin wen my teams about
Bring the nener out mounts wid da sotink lookin long peter crouch
Push it in da cheaters mouth
I say u start speakin now be4 we get da beatens out
Dont fuk around caur my dawgs are on this crazy ting blaze da ting
Violet my dawgs we gna take ur wig
Fuk bieng broke paper chasing ting out on da block day n night getting wages in
Couse ima boss rick ross ima have you runin when my tetnan spits off
Dont disrespect yung gen will lick shots
Have you lookin like the fish in the chip shop
With his wig off eyes all criss cross
When it starts spitin uno its gonna lift off
(frenzy)
So i hear a lot of pricks
Fumes got the sticks
Havin niggas runin out dere kicks in the strip
No let da let da go now termz jus brang out the big snub nose
Do you bruddas think ur funny could b a mummy wen im planting shells in your tummy
Wahs gd pussyhole weres da food weres da doe i want da yes yh i want da show
I no mounts has got the sotink could be kumin if u niggas runin up ur gum talk
Straight clappin we get baggin n gun talk well get baggin slap in my gun talk
( Yung Fume )
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