Bally Bop E

Yeah. Six thousand volts, that's us, man. Got six hundred songs on a hard drive. Snake my friend, that's a far cry. None of that shit don't happen on our side. One man step with a tool up. Shoot something down, no, they ain't gettin' back Up. Too much bits on a stick. When I'm done with the clip, I'm snugging the Backup. Chased by feds with guns and knives. Still ride out like we ain't got memory. Load that four 'til it's fizzy. Twist that cap, tryna turn man Hennessy. Niggas get shot every day over money and pain. If not, it was jealousy. Went on a date with babe, caught something in My blade, and I told her it's necessary. Scary, scary. We were sixteen on the glide tryna Hail that cab, you was Hail Mary. I was in France with bro, had drugs in My bag tryna catch that ferry. And my man ain't on a shirt button, but In school, he was loud and leery. Two man step on a jigsaw. Far from simple, my life like a jigsaw. Gotta burn that bike and clothes 'cause you know That you're never too sure what the pigs saw. Come to the armory. Big guns, we don't rent Them to ride. See us, man, anywhere 'round and You know that it's pain we intend to supply. Three man glide like a bobsleigh. Both hands in, tryna bend them corners. This blue still cold right now. When I come back 'round, I'll bet you it's Warmer. Nice that slept in my tracksuit 'cause I Had Marmite and I had Flora. Can't blame me, I was poor. Top shelf price when you pay for pure. Aight. Okay. I was with my boys on a backstreet. Big skeng on the backseat. I could put that shot on my mama. They got what they wanted last year. I didn't see 5 Seconds of Summer. If you got a cracked pipe and you need A fix, call me, but I ain't no plumber. Two barrels and a dot, that's that man dumber. Man can't tell but grams. Years and years, I've been in the T. Four Zs of brown. That's one pound, no peaches and cream. OT with the fiends. Can't get busted for a neck crime. Tell a young boy take that pack. Make him whole food like intestines. Rambo with a jagged edge. Do damage when I back that hedge knife. Wish God blaze in the opp pack. Could be you too if I catch you at Red lights. Trap hard from boy to mend, and I blew. Now I'm just livin' my best life. That's why your boy got bands like One Direction And Westlife. I remember my line went dead. I could tell you 'bout hard times trappin'. But I made it, B, I get no JLS. Car do flips like Aston. Ran the gun and roses to my satins crib. Told her to keep it pattern. It was a blur and scotch. Oh, now I don't even know what happened.