Gang Shloink - BERTHA lyrics

Gang Shloink baby yeah aight
You better respect this crypple
Bertha on the beat baby c'mon bruh!

​​Pull up on DeArti and I beat it
Slide, right into his mothafuckin’ dm
(Slide, slide)
Pull up on your block and I beat it
Slide, from the am to the fuckin’ pm
(yeah, yuh)
Go to Waitrose buy a Bertha and some juice
(And some juice)
Mix with magic and it got me feeling loose
(Feeling loose)
Man that’s lit we in a patch made of sand
(Made of sand)
We got the gang so we got the upper hand
(Upper hand)

Yuh, big Bertha on the beat (Bertha, Bertha)
Pour the liquor in and mix
It with your wrist
Jungle juice is kinda sweet (Sweet, sweet)
Don't use it as a bin or
I'll punch you with my fist (Fist, fist)
You'll go on Santa's naughty list
You're a bitch
Spray paint a massive hog on the side
You tried to abide by the rules, we are fools
But it's fonny
Ain't got jewels or no money (Monny)
I'll punch you in your tommy (Tommy)
Add some sour worms
Come to terms with the germs
Microman drinking out of Bertha
Call it Chum Bucket
DeArti drinking out of Bertha
Call it cum bucket
Come buck it like a horse
Opps call them whores (Whores)
Lil Bruh speaking fax like it's Norse
Go hoarse (Hoarse)

I promise, I said neighbour
I'll get a saber if you call me racist
(Bruh) , no basis, come drink
Out of Bertha (Yuh, yuh)
Or you're racist
(Gang, gang) , big Bertha on
The beat bitch (Yuh, shnoogidy shnook)

Pull up on your block and I beat it
How I slide how I glide
DeArti lemme see 'em
What’s cookin’ good lookin’ and I reel 'em
How I’m hookin’ GS bookin' why
The fuck you overlookin’?
What’s poppin’? GS boppin’ chart toppin’
Goin’ shoppin’ just put a sesh
In my fuckin’ stocking
How we do it you ain’t done it
Get some slurp in my stomach
My IQ is overrunnin’
But I’m still kinda cunning
Can’t let the beef get cold where’s the meat?
(Where’s the meat?)
And I’m talkin’ my shit let it eat
(Let it eat)
I feel like Angie, I love a chunky
I’m talkin’ Art, not a monkey
Qusay the big dawg, the head honcho
But I keep a fuckin’ AK in this poncho
And I’m talkin’ big shit this a hit
Man you know what the fuck is goin' on

​​Pull up on DeArti and I beat it
Slide, right into his mothafuckin’ dm
(Slide, slide)
Pull up on your block and I beat it
Slide, from the am to the fuckin’ pm
(yeah, yuh)
Go to Waitrose buy a Bertha and some juice
(And some juice)
Mix with magic and it got me feeling loose
(Feeling loose)
Man that’s lit we in a patch made of sand
(Made of sand)
We got the gang so we got the upper hand
(Upper hand)

Sitting on the sand with a bucket
No drinking no beer, no fucking Pawtucket
(Grrr, yeah aight)
I'm with Chris, no Griffin
Smoking red no Trippie (Momma)
I got Bertha all fucky how I'm sippin'
(Ruff, ruff)
Doormandingo spitting fax with the lingo
Getting all fucky Imma waddle like I'm Pingu
(Skrrr) pouring liquor in the bin, no gin
That's a win, no Lin, my twin
Watch Angie come in

Thanks for introducing me, abusing me
Seducing me, confusing me, amusing me
(Ha ha ha)
Mixing Magic Moments with the Mongus
Crunchy, munchy
Whole lotta sand on my chungus (Ew)
Copping a croissant get banned
Gotta head out to the sand with
The seshy in my hand
Stalking snoot on a Snap map
Slurp in a backpack
Think I need to backtrack
Seshy in his toecrack

​​Pull up on DeArti and I beat it
Slide, right into his mothafuckin’ dm
(Slide, slide)
Pull up on your block and I beat it
Slide, from the am to the fuckin’ pm
(yeah, yuh)
Go to Waitrose buy a Bertha and some juice
(And some juice)
Mix with magic and it got me feeling loose
(Feeling loose)
Man that’s lit we in a patch made of sand
(Made of sand)
We got the gang so we got the upper hand
(Upper hand)

Ok that's it, that's it
No, put the whole thing
No, not the whole thing
The last part has gum and dust
Let's fill it, let's fill it
Look at the dust man who cares?