Lyrics: Atokhan Azizkhodjaev/Shokir Shukurbayev
Music: Bobur Umarov
Shit ahh
I don’t want no beef dawg
What we really live for
I don’t wanna live for nothing
Say all cool like the tip top
Walkin on my tip toes
Hiding from the big bro
Made fisrt gwop then i copped 2 rings
Shorty loves when whole boy bling
Don’t even ask how i got that ting
Boi better know that man is young king
I don’t wanna have no convo
Bless my g big coco, call me loco
I don’t even look like local
Can’t freeze man cuh I’m colder
Ting come closer, get some lower
Give some heads den ride like soldier
Man’s dat smoker, copp that rover
Splash that beat ovеr’n’over
Trust all of them pricks just chaising gwop
Half of them man can’t catch a drop
My words hit you straight to thе head
Cuh I’m cream of the crop, make gyal top drop
Crazy she calls me, sure I’m crazy
Crazy in love like B and Jay-Z
Smell that dank
We screamin blaze it, faded
Feel like Drizzy in this ting
I’m jaded, yes I’m wavy
What’s wrong baby?
Watch me play you, this one wasted
Bring that beat i will kill it again
Man take shots like i have no friends
Soon that night I raise hell
Gyal go mad when i ring that bell
Bring your b and forget her name
Told you twice it’s not about fame
How come you so ****ing* lame
Bring that beat I’ll change this game
Bring that beat, imma make some music
Bro hotbox that whip, we cruising
All you manna just sound so clueless
Found my shit like google, losers
The torch got passed and the fire is blazing
Mic got passed, now the whole place raving
Gyal go mad if she see them money raining
Stop complaining, Woody's here and flaming
Shit ahh
I don’t want no beef dawg
What we really live for
I don’t wanna live for nothing
Say all cool like the tip top
Walkin on my tip toes
Hiding from the big bro