[Intro: TB Stacka]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, huh
[Verse 1: TB Stacka & whoskwamz]
Her face card valid (boy!)
Paint her face, no palette (haha)
Tryna hit man with the mallet
The gang thinks man’s not sane like Malik
She asks why I’m out so late
It’s all for the jugg and no, I didn’t plan it (I didn’t plan it)
I didn’t know how to run it up back then
And now, I do and for guys, it’s tragic (it’s peak)
Huh
Now I’m in a Porsche
(Ski, ski, ski, ski)
LZ tryna kick down doors
It don’t get lonely, whole gang top floor
You know that the guy’s been speeding
Speeding in this Lamborghini Aventador
He mentioned my name on his BandLab tracks
Like T- why are you lying for? (why you lying)
[Verse 2: TB Stacka & whoskwamz]
They said I have beef?
That’s dead, casket
Tell her just whine up your waist then arch it (ahh man)
Me, I don’t do all that talking
Arch up ya back then take this darling
Boring, talk on my name, that’s jarring
Slide on ya block, we’rе touring (skrrr)
Bro’s matching my Denim Tears (boy!)
So you know that the gang stay balling
Argh, shit, I wrappеd it
Sike, you thought that I did
I didn’t have a G19 like bro but S got unlimited sticks
If you knew my struggle and how long it took to rise bands
You man wouldn’t say nish (say nothin’)
Do it like producers, leave heads mixed
I hate childish girls
Imma brush these chicks like-
[Verse 3: TB Stacka & whoskwamz]
I can take it back at bit, not nice
‘019, stealing from the pot of rice (real talk)
I took the chances and rolled that dice
Brudda, move, I don’t want your advice (just brush)
They say they’re on me
Lol, I’m dying
If that was true, to the T, they’d slide (they ain’t come yet)
They said “Kwame, you get too angry”
“I don’t like it” B, you know it’s not nice
[Verse 4: TB Stacka & whoskwamz]
Don’t cap in my rap, I exaggerate (huh?)
Try take off ya cap like a graduate
Best rapper my age, no candidate
Like season’, let the whole truth marinate (boy)
We been taking off caps on graduates (yeah)
Kwamz always been top 2 advocates (yeah)
These man wanna talk on me? It’s calm
Brodie came round and slapped the stick (bap, bap)
They like when I rap, I don’t cap in it (I don’t cap)
Sent for me and got burnt, can’t handle it (yeah)
She’s 10 out of 10 but she listens to T-
All of a sudden, can’t stand the chick (get out)
Cutting thru Lagos like arcanepl
We got chopsticks in the ride like CL
Cut from the motive, you ain’t on that GL
The shit that I say in my rhymes is real (it’s real)
[Verse 5: TB Stacka & whoskwamz]
This sweet one loves Afrobeats (bad B)
But she still wanna hold this Ruger (grr)
I don’t trust them boys like Future
IVD how them boys tell rumours
Out late in black
You know man crept on the block like Konan (creeping)
Tryna leave man red like the postman (boy)
Tryna slap that boy with no hands (no hands)
When I stepped to the mo, I was cheeky wid it (ah man)
They know Kwamz moves greazy wid it
When I had a flick ting, I was creeping wid it
Skeng got hollow tips and veneers in the ting
Step to your strip, now I’m beating the ting
And I been manifesting, I believe in the wins
Everybody gives verbal, they all got wings
Fill up the rata with the bine, let it sing, laive
[Bridge: TB Stacka & whoskwamz]
Yo, yo, yo, yo (aye)
Yo, yo, yo, yo (hahah)
Yo, yo, yo, yo
You already know my ting, we’re laive (boy)
(Ski, ski, ski, ski) Boy
[Outro: whoskwamz]
When suttin’ goes wrong, they give me the blame
TB Stacka & Kwamz on a track, it’s mental
You man are not in our lane
And as for T- see you again (Imma see you)
Lame bare CTK Girls, what???
I’m younger than you, brudda,have some shame
Wait
Wheel it up like a DJ
They know when I glide on a beat, it’s insane
Laive
