[Intro: Dread Woo]
Grr, pow, pow
Free the fuckin' members, nigga
RJ, Dafi, SP, Keggz
[Intro: Dread Woo]
Grr, pow, pow
Free the fuckin' members, nigga
RJ, Dafi, SP, Keggz
All of them, nigga
Don't fuck around, nigga
Woo, woo, gra, gra
Big 092, look, woo
[Chorus: Dread Woo]
Throwing like Brady don't be the receiver (Brr, pow)
Dropped outta school, making more than my teacher (Dickhead, dummy)
Hot as your wifey, for me she a eater
If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker
That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precint
I'm with the demons, no hiding, we seeking
Send that boy up catch the flight on the weekend
Staying alert 'cause I know they be creeping (Woo)
Brady, look, gang
[Verse 1: Dread Woo]
It's just me and Pop
Don't need nobody else
Cause that'd be an extra witness
Movie get shots, them bullets put weight on my chest
Notice [?]
I'm tryna beat the box, 1942 I feed her shots
And you know we tease the opp, I drop the check and make 'em see it drop (Yeah, yeah)
And she drive the boat, dick in her mouth and I'm all in her throat
Ask your girl I'm the goat, can't name one time you run up I ain't throw
Bitch it's Dread Woo you know I get racks (Yeah)
Tell 'em get back
We getting flipped thought it was a pack (Facts)
He ain't make it back
I call up Shane you know he gon' attack
Who these niggas dressed in all black?
Huh, yo Pop them niggas cap
[Interlude: Dread Woo & Pop Smoke]
Yo Pop what the fuck is crackin' my nigga I see you
Hold on, hahaha, goin' crazy
[Verse 2: Pop Smoke]
Look, I'm like "who that nigga?" (Who that nigga?)
Talkin' about what's stackin', what the fuck is up? Huh, it ain't one of us
You lookin' dirty nigga, you ain't one of us, nah
I come from the bottom where niggas keep Ninas tucked (Brr, brr)
We don't stop shots 'til the sun is up
I pass Dafi the chop that's a give and go
We put five stones in his head like a mineral
We put mint in his head like a Mento (Brr)
38 punching like Kimbo
When you talkin' to me, bitch remember I'm a giant (Giant)
I dropped outta school, I'm defiant
A hater still here and they lying (Facts)
But in the jungle I'm a lion
Now they see me on a flight (Brr, brr)
They like "papi, you on fire" (Fire)
I really just bought the new La Ferrari
RD like sent me the wire (Yeah, skrrt)
[Chorus: Dread Woo]
Throwing like Brady don't be the receiver (Brr, pow)
Dropped outta school, making more than my teacher (AK, dummy)
Hot as your wifey, for me she a eater
If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker
That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precint
[Verse 3: TRAVI]
Niggas watchin' like the Rollie (Watch that)
Switch the VIN on the Stoley
Same nigga to the grave
Gotta watch them, Mille topless
Got the white like Milonakis
I'm in traffic, say what's rockin'
You hear me? Fuck, ready
Try to shake a wave off a BO
Shorty shape like she Creole
Fuck a parole, fuck a CO
I'm outta town while Haitians eatin' greole
I'm back uptown with the papis
More white than a Nazi
Big wheel still I duck the paparazzi
No time for no limelight
And I'm fresh to death like it's prom night
Fuck them niggas on the other side
Only friend I got, he a dead guy
If you talk about him then the lead (Fly)
Niggas they act like they know me, huh
Two fours on 'em like Kobe, don't play with that lefty
I'm never on defense
I'm [?] these niggas
Don't talk 'bout my money
Foreign bitches [?] in a Bentley
[Chorus: Dread Woo]
Throwing like Brady don't be the receiver (Brr, pow)
Dropped outta school, making more than my teacher (Dickhead, dummy)
Hot as your wifey, for me she a eater
If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker
That boy too soft he gon' talk in the precint
[Intro: Dread Woo]
GRR, POW, POW
Gratis die fokken lede, nigga
RJ, DAFI, SP, KGGZ
Almal van hulle, nigga
Moenie fuck nie, Nigga
Woo, woo, gra, gra
Big 092, kyk, woo
[Chorus: Dread Woo]
Gooi soos Brady Moenie die ontvanger wees nie (BRR, POW)
Het uit die skool laat val, meer as my onderwyser gemaak (dickhead, dummy)
Warm soos jou vrouy, vir my is sy 'n eter
As dit nie Dior is nie, dan is Gucci die sneaker
Daardie seun te sag, hy praat in die pragtig
Ek is by die demone, geen wegkruip nie, ons soek
Stuur die seun op die naweek die vlug
Bly wakker omdat ek weet hulle is kruipend (woo)
Brady, kyk, bende
[Vers 1: Dread Woo]
Dis net ek en pop
Moet niemand anders nodig hê nie
Want dit sal 'n ekstra getuie wees
Film kry skote, hulle koeëls het gewig op my bors
Let op [?]
Ek is probeer om die boks te klop, 1942 Ek voed haar skote
En jy weet ons pla die OPP, ek val die tjek en maak 'em sien dit druppel (ja, ja)
En sy ry die boot, dick in haar mond en ek is almal in haar keel
Vra jou meisie Ek is die bok, kan nie een keer noem wat jy oploop nie, ek gooi nie
Teef dit is skrik woo jy weet ek kry rakke (ja)
Vertel dit kry terug
Ons het gedink dit was 'n pak (feite)
Hy maak dit nie terug nie
Ek roep Shane op wat jy ken, hy het 'n aanval
Wie het hierdie niggas in alle swart geklee?
Huh, yo pop hulle niggas pet
[Interlude: Dread Woo & Pop Rook]
Yo pop wat die fok is kraak 'my nigga ek sien jou
Hou aan, hahaha, goin 'crazy
[Vers 2: pop rook]
Kyk, ek is soos "wie dit nigga?" (Wie is Nigga?)
Talkin 'oor wat stapelin is, wat is die fok op? Huh, dit is nie een van ons nie
Jy lyk 'vuil nigga, jy is nie een van ons nie, nah
Ek kom van die onderkant waar Niggas Ninas Tucked (BRR, BRR)
Ons stop nie skote totdat die son op is nie
Ek slaag dafi die kap wat 'n gee en gaan
Ons sit vyf klippe in sy kop soos 'n mineraal
Ons sit 'n munt in sy kop soos 'n mento (BRR)
38 Pons soos Kimbo
As jy vir my praat, onthou ek is 'n reus (reus)
Ek het uitgetrek uit die skool, ek is uitdagend
'N Hater nog hier en hulle lê (feite)
Maar in die oerwoud is ek 'n leeu
Nou sien hulle my op 'n vlug (BRR, BRR)
Hulle hou van "papi, jy aan die brand" (brand)
Ek het regtig net die nuwe la Ferrari gekoop
Rd soos ek die draad (ja, skrrt) gestuur het
[Chorus: Dread Woo]
Gooi soos Brady Moenie die ontvanger wees nie (BRR, POW)
Het uit die skool laat val, meer as my onderwyser gemaak (ak, dummy)
Warm soos jou vrouy, vir my is sy 'n eter
As dit nie Dior is nie, dan is Gucci die sneaker
Daardie seun te sag, hy praat in die pragtig
[Vers 3: Travi]
Niggas Watchin 'soos die Rollie (kyk dit)
Skakel die Vin op die Stoley
Dieselfde nigga aan die graf
Gotta kyk na hulle, mille topless
Het die wit soos Milonakis
Ek is in die verkeer, sê wat is rockin '
Jy hoor my? Fuck, gereed
Probeer om 'n golf van 'n bo te skud
Shorty vorm soos sy creole
Fuck 'n parool, fuck a co
Ek is Outta Town terwyl Haïtians geëet het
Ek is terug met die papis
Meer wit as 'n Nazi
Groot wiel is nog steeds die paparazzi
Geen tyd vir geen kollig nie
En ek is vars tot die dood, soos dit is promnag
Fuck hulle niggas aan die ander kant
Enigste vriend wat ek het, hy is 'n dooie man
As jy oor hom praat, dan is die lood (vlieg)
Niggas hulle optree soos hulle my ken, huh
Twee viere op hulle soos Kobe, moenie met die lefty speel nie
Ek is nooit op verdediging nie
Ek is [?] Hierdie niggas
Moenie my geld praat nie
Buitelandse tewe [?] In 'n Bentley
[Chorus: Dread Woo]
Gooi soos Brady Moenie die ontvanger wees nie (BRR, POW)
Het uit die skool laat val, meer as my onderwyser gemaak (dickhead, dummy)
Warm soos jou vrouy, vir my is sy 'n eter
As dit nie Dior is nie, dan is Gucci die sneaker
Daardie seun te sag, hy praat in die pragtig