[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
Saor in aisce ar bhaill na fuckin, nigga
RJ, DAFI, SP, KEGGZ
Gach ceann acu, nigga
Ná Fuck timpeall, nigga
WOO, WOO, GRA, GRA
Big 092, féach, Woo
[Chorus: Dread Woo]
Ní bheidh an glacadóir (BRR, POW) ag caitheamh mar brady)
Scoil Outta thit, ag déanamh níos mó ná mo mhúinteoir (Dickhead, Caochadán)
Te mar do bhean chéile, domsa ina eater
Mura bhfuil sé Dior, ansin Gucci an sneaker
An buachaill sin ró-bhog go bhfuil sé ag caint leis an réamhfhocal
Táim leis na deamhain, níl mé i bhfolach, táimid ag lorg
Seol an buachaill sin gabh an eitilt ar an deireadh seachtaine
FEABHAS A FHEABHSÚCHÁIN 'CUR CHUN CINN I bhFEIDHM
Brady, breathnú, gang
[Véarsa 1: dread woo]
Níl ann ach mise agus pop
Ní gá aon duine eile a bheith ort
Cúis a bheith ina fhinné breise
Movie Faigh Shots, cuireann siad urchair ar mo bhrollach
Fógra [?]
Tá mé tryna buille an bosca, 1942 mé beatha a shots
Agus tá a fhios agat go bhfuilimid ag teannadh an OPP, scaoilim an tseiceáil agus déanaim é a dhéanamh '
Agus tiomáint sí an bád, Dick ina béal agus tá mé go léir ina scornach
Iarr ar do chailín Is é an gabhar mé, ní féidir liom ainm amháin a ainmniú a ritheann tú suas nach bhfuil mé ag caitheamh
Bitch tá sé dread woo a fhios agat go bhfaigheann mé racaí (yeah)
Inis 'em ar ais
Shíl muid go raibh sé ina phacáiste (fíricí)
Ní dhéanann sé ar ais é
Glaoim suas Shane a fhios agat go bhfuil tú ag ionsaí
Cé hiad na niggas seo atá cóirithe i ngach dubh?
Huh, yo pop iad caipín niggas
[Interlude: Dread Woo & Deataigh Pop]
Yo pop cad é an fuck crackin 'mo nigga feicim thú
Coinnigh ar, hahaha, goin 'dÚsachtach
[Verse 2: Smoke Pop]
Féach, táim cosúil le "Cé leis an nigga sin?" (Cé leis an nigga sin?)
Talkin 'Maidir leis Cad atá Stackin', cad é an fuck suas? Huh, níl sé ar dhuine againn
Tá tú ag faire 'nigga salach, níl tú ar dhuine againn, nah
Tiocfaidh mé ón mbun an leathanaigh ina bhfuil NIGGAS ag coinneáil Ninsa (BRR, BRR)
Ní stopann muid seatanna 'go bhfuil an ghrian suas
Pas mé dafi an chop sin a thabhairt agus dul
Chuireamar cúig chloch ina cheann mar mhianra
Chuireamar mint ina cheann cosúil le meantóir (BRR)
38 Punching cosúil le kimbo
Nuair a labhraíonn tú domsa, cuimhnigh go bhfuil soithigh mé go bhfuil mé ina fhathach (fathach)
Thit mé Scoil Outta, táim defiant
Hater fós anseo agus tá siad ina luí (fíricí)
Ach sa jungle tá mé leon
Anois feiceann siad mé ar eitilt (BRR, BRR)
Is maith leo "papi, tú ar thine" (tine)
Cheannaigh mé díreach an New La Ferrari
Rd mar a sheol mé an sreang (yeah, skrt)
[Chorus: Dread Woo]
Ní bheidh an glacadóir (BRR, POW) ag caitheamh mar brady)
Scoil Outta thit, ag déanamh níos mó ná mo mhúinteoir (AK, Caochadán)
Te mar do bhean chéile, domsa ina eater
Mura bhfuil sé Dior, ansin Gucci an sneaker
An buachaill sin ró-bhog go bhfuil sé ag caint leis an réamhfhocal
[Véarsa 3: Travi]
Niggas Watchin 'cosúil leis an rollie (féach sin)
Athraigh an vin ar an stól
Nigga céanna leis an uaigh
Breathnaíonn gotta orthu, Mille gan teorainn
Fuair an bán mar Milonakis
Táim i dtrácht, abair cad atá rockin '
Cloisfidh tú liom? Fuck, réidh
Déan iarracht tonn a chroitheadh as a bo
Gearr-chruth mar atá sí creole
Fuck parúil, fuck co
Tá mé amuigh as baile agus tá Haitians ag ithe 'greeog
Táim ar ais ag dul ar ais leis na papis
Níos bán ná an naitseog
Roth mór fós lachaim an paparazzi
Níl aon am ann do dhuine ar bith
Agus tá mé úr chun báis mar oíche prom
Fuck iad niggas ar an taobh eile
Níl ach cara a fuair mé, fear marbh
Má labhraíonn tú mar gheall air ansin an luaidhe (eitilt)
Niggas a ghníomhaíonn siad mar a fhios acu dom, huh
Ní imríonn dhá cheathrú ar 'cosúil le Kobe, leis an lefty sin
Níl mé riamh ar chosaint
Tá mé [?] Na niggas seo
Ná labhair 'bout mo chuid airgid
Bitches coigríche [] i Bentley
[Chorus: Dread Woo]
Ní bheidh an glacadóir (BRR, POW) ag caitheamh mar brady)
Scoil Outta thit, ag déanamh níos mó ná mo mhúinteoir (Dickhead, Caochadán)
Te mar do bhean chéile, domsa ina eater
Mura bhfuil sé Dior, ansin Gucci an sneaker
An buachaill sin ró-bhog go bhfuil sé ag caint leis an réamhfhocal