here the bros be frontin' and the hoes be stuntin'.
you get a sip of this tea and u be spittin fire
stay outta my ship or u be whip
u aint nothin if u aint nothin
hold my isk while i make some more
beware the younins that dont gotta holla
i make that sweet drank as i feed on the rock
you dont want nun these cuz they aint safe
u fite back then i give u the shaker
then i roll you over and drop the dank fire
your too ez and i sip on the drank
gettin these hands aint the best choice
i rek the m8s cold and i turn they body moist
then i rek they nans who dont got no flakes
yung muney on the streets makes the sweet juice
stand back son cuz imma break loose
Downy Pub