Django - Mischief

Swerve round on double L’s

And my young boys juice their rambos

Half-Birds no Nandos

Lock coke whip dat like…

Tryna stretcher them youts, but I still gotta make work stretch

Count checks, can’t take no checks

Press waps and work gets pressed

Zeds go, til nothings left, (gone)

Should of been doing cash

But these nerds talking wass got man over there instead

If a man done me wrong then I’d want a man gone

Not sure how they talk to Feds, (snitches)

Couldn’t make that stuff make sense

Pree’d them guys playing fence

Had the team all out attack and saw them man play defense

Long time I’ve seen my friends

Them times step double skengs (twinning)

I’m getting drops on opps and tryna jog one up on them (solo)

And tryna drill one up on dem

Full time Na don’t do part

They new don’t know the half

That corner linked the worker

With this Zed straight out the bath (wet)

Don’t smoke still wake and bake

Make bread with zero gluten (paper)

Big pots that’s Coca dropping

Work drown like Whitney Houston (drowning)

Ring, Trap!

When I get these K’s, the bando

Swerve around on double L’s

And my young G’s juice their rambos

Put grams on backroads

Then came back home with bankrolls

Half-birds, no Nandos

Lock coke whip dat like Django

Like Quentin Tarantino

Shoot man live, direct that works

Ain’t deading beef or talking

Lifestyle chorus of 'No Words'

Still rolling in the deep-end

Fly dem' packs, dispatch these orders

Then blew up left it written like some authors (ha)

You’ll know it, if I’m on you

Trust me you won’t need to ask

This corn will have you shuffling couldn’t care if you don’t dance

Like that one cah she leng up

Good girls going bad like Drake (bad one)

Ino that ain’t no real love

She calls me Misch not my name (Misch mash)

Put hunnas on three hunnas

Then it’s S.a.d we skr

Free Smoski that’s a rider

Stepped out Gooses wit the furr (brr)

Double s that’s Scribs and Skeng (smoke squad)

Vouch they’ll get round raising hell (like man)

My little bro too naughty

Splashed him ments judge gave him 12

Ring, Trap!

When I get these K’s, the bando

Swerve around on double L’s

And my young G’s juice their rambos

Put grams on backroads

Then came back home with bankrolls

Half-birds, no Nandos

Lock coke whip dat like Django