Unmuted

Lyrics

[Chorus] You don't drill you just rap that genre When you could've just sang that chorus Interview room they was doing up opera Them man there pretty good talkers But I'm still tryna clart no bomba And ever since my mans absence Their hearts never did grow fonder From this beef you're an absconder Its funny how the opps just die I ain't talking tryna get your hair a bit blonder Can't leave no food in the crib Prolly go stick that shit in a Honda I'm in the trap with the chicken The white is kicking I call it Ronda [Verse 1] I've got a lot of bread in pink But most of my breads in violet Look I was in jail doing drones And I know you don't know about pilots Why you gotta talk so violеnt (Why) When I know you don't know about violence You ain't nеver screwed on a muffler (Never) And thought lemme do it in silence (Shh shh) I didn't go school and I won't go court All I ever knew was skive And this wap don't know about sun down All it ever knew was rise (Rise it up) I tell you the truth they don't know bout truth Cah all he ever did was lie (Lying) And that fucker didn't mash no work anyway So all he ever did was die If you wanna fork that bread in Just know you gotta fork that bread out Stuck in the trap like a dead mouse Tryna knock all them zeds out I'm stuck in the trap with this white girl Like Daniel Kaluuya No it is not that movie I know its a trap I gotta get out But I can't cause I'm non stop riding And I'm filled with so much anger And this ain't no banter I'll crash and check if he's dead like Sanka (Popop pow) Being dead won't suit him Poisonous mind like Vladimir Putin Opp block settings with my wap And trust man glad-imir boot him [Chorus] You don't drill you just rap that genre When you could've just sang that chorus Interview room they was doing up opera Them man there pretty good talkers But I'm still tryna clart no bomba And ever since my mans absence Their hearts never did grow fonder From this beef you're an absconder Its funny how the opps just die I ain't talking tryna get your hair a bit blonder Can't leave no food in the crib Prolly go stick that shit in a Honda I'm in the trap with the chicken The white is kicking I call it Ronda [Verse 2] AB stepped outta the slammer Come like Thor the way I missed my hammer That's no more drive-bys Pull up and park that shit like Manor (Park that up) Your stick don't fire Come like Maya the way its a Jama As if you don't know I'm a tanner And you ain't got a bell to your name like Anna (No you don't) They thought that I'd never land like Peter Pan full of crack on top of the heater Wonder how folding a monkey talks Cobra shit I mean Caesar AB I been doing up dealer All on my Jones Catherine Zeta Drill or trap you ain't doing up neither This bitch keeps giving me face (Slop that shit) Even though I do it like Tay-K Bust my nut and I'm doing the race (Neow) Still let it rip like Beyblade Grip that boot fill it with lace (Fill that up) Still get round the same way Anything Gate I'm doing it bait Interview room I ain't saying no names (No comment) Killing off dark like Stephen Lawrence (Killing that shit) If you know where a paigon lives bro Stick that crib in the comments Make the young G's grab that stab that Add that name to your bio Or I might cruise like Tayo Wallahi Adeen can't sleep on a vio [Chorus] You don't drill you just rap that genre When you could've just sang that chorus Interview room they was doing up opera Them man there pretty good talkers But I'm still tryna clart no bomba And ever since my mans absence Their hearts never did grow fonder From this beef you're an absconder Its funny how the opps just die I ain't talking tryna get your hair a bit blonder Can't leave no food in the crib Prolly go stick that shit in a Honda I'm in the trap with the chicken The white is kicking I call it Ronda