[Intro: Ricoferryra]
n*ggas is back with the new old school
Shoutout Wu-Tang Clan, Wu-Tang Killer Bees, Ghostface Killa
Yeah
[Verse 1: Ricoferryra]
Tongue so sharp lemme slice these bars
Honzo on the scene lemme slice these f*cking scars
I be f*cking b*tches on the stars
Smoking reefers in my cars
Astronaut dreams I’m the first n*gga to Mars
sh*t
f*ck it
I’m back for the resurrection
Of a kid named Jesus
I think I f*cked his wife back in ‘89
n*gga with the 80s flow crying
That’s so motherf*cking sad
Im a n*gga from the Bureau
Gonna see the b*tch tomorrow
I don’t even kiss my sorrows
All these n*ggas need to follow (uhm)
All these pus*ys too hollow (hmm)
Get the f*ck off my face, n*gga
I’mma pull the trigger, n*gga
Dead just like that!
Another n*gga dead
Another trigger red
Another n*gga erased from the motherf*cking system now
Ya, estamos a levar esses putos para 1838, pá
[Verse 2: YUNGBRAD]
(No hook
No hook
No hook
Pass it to my n*gga Slicky Rick it’s no look) x4
We was just some n*ggas smoking weed up on the block
Daddy had no job so i had to sling that rock
I remember once i had to run away from cops
They could never catch a n*gga cause i was so fly
I was dealing zip locks n*ggas wearing suit and ties
I was really smart
My f*cking teacher couldn’t tell no lies
n*gga was a snitch b*tch
Hit him in his pig lips
Hanging with shooters who can kill you from the bird’s eye
No lie, open up your third eye
b*tches selling pus*y on the gram and charging 12 likes
12 bites
Beat the pus*y alright
Momma I’m so sorry that you found out from the third guy
Ya e eu quero meu taco pronto
Mano eu faço bonzo
n*gga fala muito mas a pita mete cornos
Hanging with the shooters who be hooping just like Rondo
[Outro: YUNGBRAD]
No look
Tell your f*cking b*tch that she cannot look
Yea, but she can look at my di*k
pus*y ass n*ggas