Lyrics:

(Entourage)
(Minkzy)
(RTrap, baby)
Look

Made the opps say, 'Holy fuck' (Holy fuck)
Made them do legs already (Already)
Punks, we?pull?up in stolen?trucks (Skrrt)
You know we don't aim?for leggies
Trust, you don't wanna get your forehead bust (Trust)
Who puts the drill in drill? (Drill)
Who's doin' it more than us? (No one)
Two point two litres
Hop in the ride, whoosh like cleaners (Whoosh)
We can make you meet Jesus (Uh-huh) when we pull up in four-door five seaters
We really got stripes like Adidas
Done late night lurks in my Adidas hoodie, but more time, I'll do it in my Nike Tech
Buj gets beat like the beat that I'm writin' to (Baow)
I really done sell it already
LR or it's Snoop tryna light skin too (Come on)
Everybody tryna light skin, baby
We go crazy, crazy, tapped (Tapped)
I think we're all born like that
No cap and we should've been born in Warsy
All of us bad, not naughty (Not naughty)
Shout S for that four plus forty
Bang that watch for them walkie-talkies (LR, baby)

Gyalie on me
I know she want me 'cause I drip, yeah, I know
Houdini or Link now I hate them goals
Doggy that bitch, she was cattin' for bowls
She might think I have a thing so I turned off my phone
So many mans been bored by me, so like, trap, man, they don't leave me alone (It won't)
One time I got caught on the lack, but I feel better now like Post Malone
Why? 'Cah Keemz got bored by me (Splash)
Why? 'Cah Paul got bored by me (Ayy, get him)
RMSav, MadMax, DSqueeze
But I won't lie, I'm mad 'cah Naghz should've got one in his headie by me (Should've died)
When I backed my salmon on Drillz, he said, 'No way, he ain't on my team'
And now I see Trackzy, he's smokin' B (Are you buzzin'?)
Your friend got shot on the floor, he kept sayin' his name, Joline (Joline)
Life ain't a game, but in this life, gotta survive, DayZ, so I grip, can't lack, gotta have it on me (Got it)
Told my young boy, 'Don't lack like the paigon boys, you will end up deceased' (Trizzla)

Let me be frank (Yes), I do splash man like ocean (Ching it)
My rambo's big like motion, I always got blades in my hand like Logan (I got it)
Stylist, I rip man's clothin' (Splash)
When they give verbal, the man get omens
Hold him, soakin', leave him open, this ding-dong whip ain't stolen (Dinger)
This ding-dong whip ain't lidge (No)
Old-school, I done it with Denz and Midge, now me and K2 shred man to bits
I ain't gotta say, 'Trizzla', they know it's Trizz'
Take man too and I don't need bibs
Ride in the night or day like Digs (Any time)
Gets real peak when I hit man's ribs
Call for the mum, they must be kids
Trizz, I ain't even talkin' 'bout Jordan's, but I got white, mixed-race and black cats
Could be a coupe or could be a hatchback, either way, lean out the ride and crash that (Baow, baow)
They only catch bodies in abstract
We're tryna get that cake like flapjack
Bro, play your cards right like blackjack
Just like Akon (Oh, shit), trust, I'll smack that

Huh, Hitsquad, baby, I come through with the Zoner's too (Two, two)
Look, man, don't be a doughnut, Hitsquad roll up and put a hole in yutes (Bap, bap)
Boners, look what the Zoner's do, lift poles up, shotgun, be holdin' two (Bap, bap)
Best pray I don't notice you 'cah I wanna roll a zoot
Shoot, blam him (Blam him, bap), we roll up, no plannin'
Hitsquad step, stress, damn it (Oh, shit)
Fling out a hollow, I'll let 'em have it
Bro got a shotgun (Bap), back it (Yay)
Give him a hot one (Bap), slap it (Yay)
What's in my Moncler (Ooh) jacket? (What's that?)
I got a gun there (Ooh) and they panic (Bust that)
Way too savage, I'm a menace and I come through with Gnasher (Hitsquad, baby)
Back out the wap, a mazza (Bap, bap)
Who's that there in a blacked out Astra? (Who's that? What's that?)
Black gang, fam, who's badder (Who's bad?), no one
Wait, who said they was bad? (Who's that?) Hold one
Big dot-dot, come through with a colon (Bap, bap)
He said my name, now he's a no one (Woof)

Entourage
Minkzy
RTrap, baby