Lyrics

In the back of the van, yeah (Come on L-Dot, don't stop there) Yo This is how it goes You got warned You see me holdin up the spliff, innit, yeah This the best rap, get fricked innit, yeah Then I whip the fat tings Then I say to my doggy "Let's go get the money and tings yeah" I will murk you fatty If you wanna see me beat you get the beef brewing and the bulldog Trust me, I don't care you nique cause pump up with the sexy gal, yeah I could peak up in cum, ya, yeah On the road and I don't care Yo, just put the green straight in there, pass me the weed (Yo, it's L-Dot) (Goin in, as always) Yo, this the vibin ting mate Me and dem are gonna get onto some nasty stuff Yo, let me kill em with the smacks Yea, weed, yea, I just got that Don't care if I get into 500 pounds in debt Yeah, at least you know that you gettin rekt Rekt, no regrets Yeah, no regrets, no regrets Just feelin fly and feelin the best cause I be like (Bro get em) (Show em, L-Dot) Smokin a zoot, I'm comin at em with the knife And I sip fuckin Hennessy & lean with all the ice (Much inspiration, man) Inspiration (Ya know what's up fam) Extra zoot (Yo wagwan) Bitch, murk the bitch, let's just fuck the bitch, fuck the bitch (This is just a warm up, yeah?) Yeah Kill the snitch Killin it (Man's talkin shit, fuck Big Narstie) Fuck em Fuck the bitch Wake up in the mornin with her head then I wake up with her ripped tonsils in bed Yo, take some tabs Smokin that boy, in Illinois Man I ain't finished Vendetta I'mma transcenda (transcenda) Lemme ride up, I'll kill Narstie like I did back in December Got revenge on an asian and black flight (black flight) (Kill em fam) Yeah, see me ride in my Bugatti (rollin another one bro) Who the fuck is this guy Big Narstie Roll around in a Buggati, yeah Gonna slap dat bitch, yeah Yo Seein dem very shook Stressed me out Fuck this Let's just ride around On the street, man's a creeper Fuck Big Narstie (sick), he's a paedo, not a teacher Cause he not gone to college I got the street knowledge when I ride up, I'll get you murked Better improve your bars & stuff, cause I go to college, then I ride up Who really gives a fuck When I get the gun shot Yeah, when I giz a strap, man you get dropped off Five hits at ya, and I don't really give a fuck Leave a da man dead I got the lighta (You know L-Dot always goin in) (Yooo) (Yeah back at it again) (He gonna steal that airship from Narstie, yeah we still waitin) Still waitin (Still waitin, yo) (Narstie probly never heard it yet, it's an exclusive, yeah) (Back garden ting) Back garden ting, he likes stuff And he got onto the road, high life, on the road, high life live it all da way (all da way) (Tell em dawg) (Still smoking, yeah) Wait till I get to da booth, yeah, that's a next level (That's a next my workout) Let em move Yo, yo, yo, it's like my version Big Narstie, anyone ever heard him (heard him) Yeah, when I ride up, leave em on the curfew, like a fucking helicopta's doctas There's no nurses Lemme ride up, lemme kill these verses My eye will see, I'm tryna get all my niggas stylin G (stylin G) (Murk it) That nigga said aisle peak Yo I'm gonna kill Big Narstie Sippin icy cold lean Just pass me the weed, lemme get the best trees, lemme get weeds Lemme put in trees, the weed outside cuz man is getting high I need to stack up my paper Really don't give two fucks about a doo broke hater (Fuckin broke hater)