Canada Goose

Friend of a opp,

I ain’t giving no warning,

Dip mans neck till the blood start pouring,

In the bando can’t sleep if a nitty ain’t snoring,

My line went off,

And the trap got boring,

Stain these pagans,

I’m hungry for the food ,

And the kitty’s wah bag it,

Gotta do it all nude,

Broad-day Ching when in a devilish mood,

OT trips turn one into two,

Lil bro said bro said boo,

44 long with the dots tryna turn a opp stew,

Them man shoulda knew,

I am the truth,

As long as there’s beef I gotta stick with my soup,

Marching with my troops,

Di di di dip in your boobs,

Can’t walk in my shoes,

If your hear one of us man are dead, it’s all lies it’s all fake news,

War is war,

Mi nuh know about truce,

Hold this spinner and slap that moose,

Lp2loose , I can go fishing on a cruise ,

You nuh know about dont’s and do’s,

Me and riccz up front with brilliant skills,

Doing up ones and twos, run up in the trap I don’t care to intrude,

Rude, Rambo twinning I’m here to take food,

So don’t be stupid, or it’ll get peak,

That’s how it gets - tryna behead that neek,

Teach him a lesson get a scar to his cheek,

Bang these birds and close them beaks,

Stab wounds deep like speaks

I could care less about designer , **** all this Canada Goose ,

All I’m tryna do is grind and stack ,

And share ps with my bludclart bruce , and ,

If I put two in the sawnoff ,

You already know that’s a bludclart deuce ,

And from young I’ve been on volts always had the lightning like I’m Zeus

So who’s on who ?

If your on me then I’m on you too ,

Release my animals from the bludclart zoo ,

They ain’t banging on beef , they ain’t tryna hear moo,

Broad day booting with my voodoo,

Dingerd out whip , Or a 22.

Connect with my skeng like bluetooth,

Spinners don’t jam it’ll end your youth,

I bagged up this 2 in a Q ,

3.5s for the AM till noon ,

Zino shot , yeah I’ll be there, up all night and I’m preeing the moon,

But it’s back to the grind ,

Whizzing on a stolen ped to the oppblock like, skid sker voom,

Kick down doors, I’m raiding you bando like bang bang boom,

I ain’t ever been touched so you’ll splash down who?

Right hand of the devil since I came out the whom,

**** with me then your ****ing with doom, talk too much,

I don’t care what you assume ,

Cah I’ll get round there in a bruck down van,

With at least 6 man , but who else wanna ride,

There’s still more room,

With the gang really letting it bang,

Light and dark no ying and yang,

They talk about the Ls cah the Ls don’t jam ,

They chat to the pork to the pigs like ham,

OT trips for the readies and yam,

Your billing up am , and I’m billing up dank ,

Fell in love with the trap ,

And all of my straps ,

And I think I’m the angel of death, how many yutes over there been stabbed?

I could care less about designer , **** all this Canada Goose ,

All I’m tryna do is grind and stack ,

And share ps with my bludclart bruce , and ,

If I put two in the sawnoff ,

You already know that’s a bludclart deuce ,

And from young I’ve been on volts always had the lightning like I’m Zeus