Drake N Josh

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, entourage Zero Urban Kulture Sound [Verse 1] General Jax, deploy them troops Do it, destroy them yutes Slap it like John Wilkes Booth Mad in the noggin and brosdem loose Buss my ting on the heathen Runnin' and bleedin' All of that greasy shit Man still step with the monkeys Truss me, no they ain't guys that you reason with Leagrave members, fully established Zulu hitmen, Addington bandits Everyone's bad 'til the tools get branded Deep in the jungle, I'm feelin' like Maverick Free all my guys on the landin' Doin' it big when the mandem are landin' Come a long way from linkin' to travellers Crashin', leavin' the dingers abandoned Wait for the baddest to send man a drop And show man a battle on the paigon blocks Backroad hunter with the jakes on top Back to the money, tryna make some gwop Doin' date nights with gorgeous But I still glad, tell a man "Get nauseous" Jump out quickly, better move cautious Force man's way through a paigon fortress Divin' to test out waters Put all their corpses through the [?] LU, land of the lawless They ain't tryna come 'round there as a tourist Come 'round there with a tourist Grindin' and stackin' all the mandem are ballers Man still cut thru' the hood in a foreign whip while man came up with a quarter [Chorus] Walk with a stove, man fuck it Fuck it, fuck it up Grease and a bell, man bruck it Bruck it, bruck it up Scrapin' pots, rakin' gwop Manna been bad since Drake 'N' Josh Wars in the back tryna break this box Bro's in the glide tryna stain man's top Walk with a stove, man fuck it Fuck it, fuck it up Grease and a bell, man bruck it Bruck it, bruck it up Scrapin' pots, rakin' gwop Manna been bad since Drake 'N' Josh Wars in the back tryna break this box Bro's in the glide tryna stain man's top [Verse 2] Grindin' more, they hate that I'm shinin' Mulla's mad and my diamonds' blindin' Blindin', mashing sound like thunder Tucked in jumper, strike like lightnin' No we don't play no games like Bryson Man still swingin' my fists like Tyson Ridin', glidin', slidin', find him Back that, swingin' our tings like Vikings Carpe diem, slide on the brownings' DM's Tryna get lit in the PM Turned on all my man's BM's Badders, gave man brizz in the BM Hittin' it quick, she stroke my tats Control that bass, you know like dat (Hittin' it quick, she stroke my tats Control that bass, you know like dat) [Chorus] Walk with a stove, man fuck it Fuck it, fuck it up Grease and a bell, man bruck it Bruck it, bruck it up Scrapin' pots, rakin' gwop Manna been bad since Drake 'N' Josh Wars in the back tryna break this box Bro's in the glide tryna stain man's top Walk with a stove, man fuck it Fuck it, fuck it up Grease and a bell, man bruck it Bruck it, bruck it up Scrapin' pots, rakin' gwop Manna been bad since Drake 'N' Josh Wars in the back tryna break this box Bro's in the glide tryna stain man's top