[Intro]
Bow (It's Jrilla)
[?], yep
Brrr (Who's that?)
Bow
[Chorus]
Whip it, whip it
Whip that cocahena
Hop out the plane with a d-var, rebar rebar
Fill up arenas at [?]
Smoking your brain, I ain't talking refar
Family Guy like Peter
No SIM, send 'em, that shit gon' rain like Lisa (Bow, bow)
Whip it, whip it
Whip that cocahena (Woi woi)
Hop out the plane with a d-var, rebar rebar (Woi)
Fill up arenas at [?]
Smoking your brain, I ain't talking refar
Family Guy like Peter
No SIM, send 'em, that shit gon' rain like Lisa (Brrr, brrr)
Whip it (Shhh, shhh, shhh)
Whip that cocahena (Bow, bow)
Hop out the plane with a d-var, rebar rebar
Fill up arenas at [?]
Smoking your brain, I ain't talking refar
Family Guy like Peter (Peter)
Send 'em, that shit gon' rain like Lisa (Bow)
[Bridge]
I guess J-man there still chatting, chatting (Woi woi woi)
[?] in a brand new [?]
[Verse]
Grab the seatbelt, we found some opps (Brrr, bow)
Check the dashes, is it fast or not?
Blue lights in the back, and they flashing us
Had to ask this yute, like, what is he playin'?
When I pop out, paigons stop prayin'
Forgive me God, but these gals too fake
Way too much makeup, not enough cake
Where they at, like a bally on net?
[?] person, they asking for change (Brrr)
[?] but I'm making changes
Watch the spaceship takin'
After I end up, I'll pop out on the main stages
Yeah, they might go man in a camera
But they don't got traces
Four in a glide, with ballys and faces
Remember back to the days, it was forty in a green?
Now I miss that shit with backey
Two in the front, one in the back seat (Bow, bow)
Please don't ask no questions
If only you knew what I do for the bredrin
Count your blessings, check your papers
Come back later, hop in the ride
Let's go on a drive
But [?] green like Ireland (Shhh, bow)
[?] money, no beaver
I could put 10 in the booth with rambos
You can get left on the side like Jango
The UK got Digga D (Brrr), but Ireland got Mando, Mando
Shut the fuck up or get out the bando, we ain't no babies
Come 'round here if you wanna see crazy (Brrr, brrr)
Shoutout, my paigons still gon' hate me
Been on a mission to get recognition
But I can act different
Girl, don't ask me how, don't ask me who
Don't ask me why I do what I do
I don't wanna be just like you
I don't wanna be just like them, all dressed in black
In the Nike tech, chatting big 'bout the yute you just done cheffed
Cause you can't do more to relieve this stress
So you pick up a blade when you get so vexed
Take it out on a kid when you feel that tension
Work 50 years for a fucked-up pension
To me, that's a bad investment
Like what's the age? 17
But that's just a number
I could have so many gal 'round at the gaff, shaking bumpa (Bow, bow)
I could have so many man deep in the field, causing thunder
I could do so much more when I'm 18, 19
Goin' no [?] in a crime scene
Hop in the booth like Tupac
Hop out the ride and shoot back (Shoot back)
And if I die young, they'll call me a great
And if I grow old, they'll call me chosen
Put in the work, OK, OK
Big main stage, where I'm gonna be posted
When I go gold, tell mumzy I made it
When I go diamond, go buy me a spaceship
Middle fingers up to the paigons' faces
Gotta be the one to chase this fame
It's "stay patient, be waiting, gauging"
Thing is, most of us don't go taking things
Most of us don't got dripped-out watches
Posted up in the place, I'm poppin'
Most of us might just snatch your pockets
Ghosted up, I got bally on face like I'll chase your gal
But I don't like racin' (Bow)
[Outro]
Alright, alright
Brrrrr
[?], I don't want to do too much though
Bow (It's Jrilla)
[?], yep
Brrr (Who's that?)
Bow
[Chorus]
Whip it, whip it
Whip that cocahena
Hop out the plane with a d-var, rebar rebar
Fill up arenas at [?]
Smoking your brain, I ain't talking refar
Family Guy like Peter
No SIM, send 'em, that shit gon' rain like Lisa (Bow, bow)
Whip it, whip it
Whip that cocahena (Woi woi)
Hop out the plane with a d-var, rebar rebar (Woi)
Fill up arenas at [?]
Smoking your brain, I ain't talking refar
Family Guy like Peter
No SIM, send 'em, that shit gon' rain like Lisa (Brrr, brrr)
Whip it (Shhh, shhh, shhh)
Whip that cocahena (Bow, bow)
Hop out the plane with a d-var, rebar rebar
Fill up arenas at [?]
Smoking your brain, I ain't talking refar
Family Guy like Peter (Peter)
Send 'em, that shit gon' rain like Lisa (Bow)
[Bridge]
I guess J-man there still chatting, chatting (Woi woi woi)
[?] in a brand new [?]
[Verse]
Grab the seatbelt, we found some opps (Brrr, bow)
Check the dashes, is it fast or not?
Blue lights in the back, and they flashing us
Had to ask this yute, like, what is he playin'?
When I pop out, paigons stop prayin'
Forgive me God, but these gals too fake
Way too much makeup, not enough cake
Where they at, like a bally on net?
[?] person, they asking for change (Brrr)
[?] but I'm making changes
Watch the spaceship takin'
After I end up, I'll pop out on the main stages
Yeah, they might go man in a camera
But they don't got traces
Four in a glide, with ballys and faces
Remember back to the days, it was forty in a green?
Now I miss that shit with backey
Two in the front, one in the back seat (Bow, bow)
Please don't ask no questions
If only you knew what I do for the bredrin
Count your blessings, check your papers
Come back later, hop in the ride
Let's go on a drive
But [?] green like Ireland (Shhh, bow)
[?] money, no beaver
I could put 10 in the booth with rambos
You can get left on the side like Jango
The UK got Digga D (Brrr), but Ireland got Mando, Mando
Shut the fuck up or get out the bando, we ain't no babies
Come 'round here if you wanna see crazy (Brrr, brrr)
Shoutout, my paigons still gon' hate me
Been on a mission to get recognition
But I can act different
Girl, don't ask me how, don't ask me who
Don't ask me why I do what I do
I don't wanna be just like you
I don't wanna be just like them, all dressed in black
In the Nike tech, chatting big 'bout the yute you just done cheffed
Cause you can't do more to relieve this stress
So you pick up a blade when you get so vexed
Take it out on a kid when you feel that tension
Work 50 years for a fucked-up pension
To me, that's a bad investment
Like what's the age? 17
But that's just a number
I could have so many gal 'round at the gaff, shaking bumpa (Bow, bow)
I could have so many man deep in the field, causing thunder
I could do so much more when I'm 18, 19
Goin' no [?] in a crime scene
Hop in the booth like Tupac
Hop out the ride and shoot back (Shoot back)
And if I die young, they'll call me a great
And if I grow old, they'll call me chosen
Put in the work, OK, OK
Big main stage, where I'm gonna be posted
When I go gold, tell mumzy I made it
When I go diamond, go buy me a spaceship
Middle fingers up to the paigons' faces
Gotta be the one to chase this fame
It's "stay patient, be waiting, gauging"
Thing is, most of us don't go taking things
Most of us don't got dripped-out watches
Posted up in the place, I'm poppin'
Most of us might just snatch your pockets
Ghosted up, I got bally on face like I'll chase your gal
But I don't like racin' (Bow)
[Outro]
Alright, alright
Brrrrr
[?], I don't want to do too much though
( Jrilla )
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