Bally Bop

Lyrics

[Intro: Youngs Teflon] Yeah [Verse 1: Youngs Teflon] Six thousand volts, that's us, man Got six hundred songs on a hard drive Snake my friend, that's a far cry None of that shit don't happen on our side One man step with a tall up Shoot somethin' down, no, they ain't gettin' back up Too much bits on the stick When I'm done with the clip, I'ma plug in the back up Chased by feds with guns and knives Still rise up like we ain't got memory Load that .4 'tll it's fizzy, twist that cap, tryna turn man Hennessy Niggas get shot every day over money and pain, if not, it was jealousy Went on a date with babe, caught sight of my blade and I told her it's necessary Scary, scary We was sixteen on a glide tryna hail that cab, you was hailin' Mary I was in France with bro, had drugs in my bag tryna catch that ferry And my man ain't on shirt button, but in school, he was loud and Leary Two man step on a GSXR Far from simple, my life like a jigsaw Gotta burn that bike and clothes 'Cause you know that ya never too sure what the pig saw Come to the armoury, big guns, we don't rent 'em to ride See us, man, anywhere 'round there You know that it's pain we intent to supply Three man glide like a bobsleigh, both hands in, tryna bend them corners This blue steel cold right now, when I come back 'round though, I bet you it's warmer Nights that I slept in my tracksuit 'cause I had Marmite and I had Flora Can't blame me, I was poorer Top shelf price when you pay it for it, purer Ayy [Verse 2: RV] (RV) I was with my boys on the backstreet Big skeng on the backseat (You know) I could put that shit on my momma (Mommy) Feds got what they wanted last year, I didn't see five seconds of summer (Clip) If you got a crack pipe and you need a fix, call me, but I ain't no plumber Two bells in the dots, that's dumb and dumber (Dums dums) Man can't tell me 'bout grams Years and years, I've been in the T (Trappin') Four Z's of brown, that's one-twelve, no peaches and cream (Haha) OT with the fiends (Cream) Can't get busted for a next crime (Nah) Tell my young boy take that pack (Take it) Make him hold food like intestines Rambo with the jagged edge Do damage when I back that hench knife (Ching) Which got blazin' the opp pack Could be you two if catch you at red lights (Smokin') Traphouse from Boyz 2 Men, then I blew, now I'm just livin' my best life (Best life) Thats when your boy got bands like One Direction and Westlife (Uh-huh) I remember my line went dead (Dead) I could tell you 'bout hard times trappin' (I can) But I made it be I get no JLS 'cah I do flips like Aston (Flips) Bring a gun and roses to my side ting's crib, told her to keep it patterned It was a blur when shh got shh, I don't even know what happend