Lyrics

[Verse 1: RIL] Man used to kick the ball over Now bro screaming he never been sober Pull up in a blacked out Rover, shoot, swish in the coupe game over Over the top row enter, center, step with nuggets like Denver Man wanna test my temper No tiny, get P like Kylie Wanna make moves, better run that by me Bro in ballys when I'm in Barley That's flights on top of more flights Bro just splashed in hatan Now his wrist come brighter than bright, nicе, tell me if you see the light Can't sharе a piece of this pie The mandem losing, dishing out bruising, dictate moves like Putin And his face got boot in, caught man lackin' with gyaly snoozing, make him take back the choice when choosing To make realer our p's losing, no discussion I see blood oozin' From the eye, cause the right hook moved him More time yea I really don't do shit Push my buttons, you might get something, and if I don't then bro might done him That's pure violence, we had man running, slap man's neck back, so I just son him And you know that's cunning Don't know why I hear loose sticks when smoke come, cause I ain't on nothing