Whip it, skrrr, ding it dead ughh,
With my b*ch in doggy arch it properly,
Make that pussy purrr
I made [?] turn into victims,
Lucii don't grip no kitchen
Back it swing it hand all grippin
Cruise and dip him, leave him drippin
I stay swinging my albainox
My man tried run away from me when I was skinny and he f**king dropped
and then he went into station snitching
Bro are you f**king lost
I tried swinging my shank at my man's mum
But he got in my way, oh well
So I tried ding as well
666 I'm known as the devil
I do rituals up in the bando, [?] I call it my spirit temple
Don't ride on me with no rambo brother
you're soft you come like a mango
The pagans see me and dash,
I can't catch up, true say I'm a fat soul (I'm way too fat)
I laugh with YA, we talk about hell and embrace that darkness
We just gotta re-up our bells
We go to the park and bark it
Local savages we done rubbed out every gang that we target
Let man violent man, I'll post on his block like pat and rass him