here the bros be frontin' and the hoes be stuntin'. you get a sip of this tea and u be spittin fire stay outta my ship or u be whip u aint nothin if u aint nothin hold my isk while i make some more beware the younins that dont gotta holla i make that sweet drank as i feed on the rock you dont want nun these cuz they aint safe u fite back then i give u the shaker then i roll you over and drop the dank fire your too ez and i sip on the drank gettin these hands aint the best choice i rek the m8s cold and i turn they body moist then i rek they nans who dont got no flakes yung muney on the streets makes the sweet juice stand back son cuz imma break loose