(Music Plays) Screen,
Tell em' money, (Music Plays)
Donate this with kindness,
My brother my jeans your a miner
My jeans your mom is taking me out cause
When the time come we don't fck about
Taking all my things and I'm fking out
I ain't playing gays in the fking drum
I don't fcking care about the tea cost
I dont take no risk for no fee costs
I dont take risks for the traffic light
I do my ting right till my times out
Finishing off the night at the smile
Blowing on the dank call me winking lad ;)
I wanna win MYY WAAAAY
Take you to the top MYY WAAAYY
Tings keep up MYY WAAY
Girl keeps looking MYY WAAYY
Don't blame care lame you and all tings they say ain't true cry something we ain't ever gonna say when I slide to your bear and i joke on you
With the blahahahah talking all this sit
One's digging out you girl mine is only just a film
On sight he was swinging arms like he was about to sing
Took one to the light and his eyes are for him
Permanent medication gone for the mid
Fcking my jeans I really like this feeling
Riding on a block this time I can feel it
Every second