K-Trap, PR SAD - Ying lyrics
[K-Trap, PR SAD - Ying lyrics]
(Handz Beatz on the slap)
Step with a fing (Fingy)
My young bull step with the ying (Yang)
Shotgun, step with a limp (Limp)
We got one, left with a grin (Huh)
Rum, I ain't drinkin’ gin (No)
And this corn ain't pinchin' skin (Baow)
Somebody get him a Riz’ (Riz')
Somebody get him a chip
Yo, careful how you snap with the Barbies
(Deaf)
All we need is a drop and a car key (Yoom)
Ruin that function, Coi Leray
There'll be no more parties
Aim for the face and any artery
Rapper, trapper, slapper partly
We wasn't bangin', I beg your pardon
Had about four in my man's garden
Had about five at bro's (Bro's)
No name, but the guys all know (Shh)
Next three, that was up the road (There)
All week, I’m risin’ poles (Risin')
Tryna turn suttin’ dust
You see us in dusty clothes
Had to call bro up for the MAC with the toe
Was the touch and go (Goin', shh)
Hands off, man, I hardly see the pack (Pack)
I'm too old to be wrappin' white
(White) , then again, I like Pete & Bas (Huh)
Fish in the water, bringin’ it back
With someone's daughter in Nov or Hakk
Broccoli, mash, and a fillet bass
Step with a fing (Fing)
My young bull step with the ying (Yang)
Shotgun, step with a limp (Limp)
We got one, left with a grin (Huh)
Rum, I ain't drinkin' gin (No)
And this corn ain't pinchin' skin (Baow)
Somebody get him a Riz' (Riz')
Somebody get him a chip
He wanna play in offence, actin'
But you know that you ain't with it though
But for all that dance in the videos
We're gonna send man physio
First time I seen the bruckback felt like
England hopin' to bring it home
Shell case pop out, gotta get rid of those
Rid of those
I ain't got no patience, pray for the paigons
It's blatant their faith ain't workin'
Four of dems in the sky
Maybe five give or take, they're hurtin'
Manners, bro, lets the old lady past
I ain't with that shit
You better duck or be fast it ain't bands
Just bine that makes them dance
Give a fuck about, still breaks their heart
ST told me I should practice deen
Same day I seen and splashed his bean
House him off thirty, his hands are clean
Peewee's just a marksman, we ain't got beams
He was all loud 'til we put him on mute
Now there's a Section 60
All because of the sixty, miss me
We can talk present and history
Step with a fing (Fingy)
My young bull step with the ying (Yang)
Shotgun, step with a limp (Limp)
We got one, left with a grin (Huh)
Rum, I ain't drinkin' gin (No)
And this corn ain't pinchin' skin (Baow)
Somebody get him a Riz' (Riz')
Somebody get him a chip
Step with a fing (Fingy)
My young bull step with the ying (Yang)
Shotgun, step with a limp (Limp)
We got one, left with a grin (Huh)
Rum, I ain't drinkin' gin (No)
And this corn ain't pinchin' skin (Baow)
Somebody get him a Riz' (Riz')
Somebody get him a chip
Step with a fing (Fingy)
My young bull step with the ying (Yang)
Shotgun, step with a limp (Limp)
We got one, left with a grin (Huh)
Rum, I ain't drinkin’ gin (No)
And this corn ain't pinchin' skin (Baow)
Somebody get him a Riz’ (Riz')
Somebody get him a chip
Yo, careful how you snap with the Barbies
(Deaf)
All we need is a drop and a car key (Yoom)
Ruin that function, Coi Leray
There'll be no more parties
Aim for the face and any artery
Rapper, trapper, slapper partly
We wasn't bangin', I beg your pardon
Had about four in my man's garden
Had about five at bro's (Bro's)
No name, but the guys all know (Shh)
Next three, that was up the road (There)
All week, I’m risin’ poles (Risin')
Tryna turn suttin’ dust
You see us in dusty clothes
Had to call bro up for the MAC with the toe
Was the touch and go (Goin', shh)
Hands off, man, I hardly see the pack (Pack)
I'm too old to be wrappin' white
(White) , then again, I like Pete & Bas (Huh)
Fish in the water, bringin’ it back
With someone's daughter in Nov or Hakk
Broccoli, mash, and a fillet bass
Step with a fing (Fing)
My young bull step with the ying (Yang)
Shotgun, step with a limp (Limp)
We got one, left with a grin (Huh)
Rum, I ain't drinkin' gin (No)
And this corn ain't pinchin' skin (Baow)
Somebody get him a Riz' (Riz')
Somebody get him a chip
He wanna play in offence, actin'
But you know that you ain't with it though
But for all that dance in the videos
We're gonna send man physio
First time I seen the bruckback felt like
England hopin' to bring it home
Shell case pop out, gotta get rid of those
Rid of those
I ain't got no patience, pray for the paigons
It's blatant their faith ain't workin'
Four of dems in the sky
Maybe five give or take, they're hurtin'
Manners, bro, lets the old lady past
I ain't with that shit
You better duck or be fast it ain't bands
Just bine that makes them dance
Give a fuck about, still breaks their heart
ST told me I should practice deen
Same day I seen and splashed his bean
House him off thirty, his hands are clean
Peewee's just a marksman, we ain't got beams
He was all loud 'til we put him on mute
Now there's a Section 60
All because of the sixty, miss me
We can talk present and history
Step with a fing (Fingy)
My young bull step with the ying (Yang)
Shotgun, step with a limp (Limp)
We got one, left with a grin (Huh)
Rum, I ain't drinkin' gin (No)
And this corn ain't pinchin' skin (Baow)
Somebody get him a Riz' (Riz')
Somebody get him a chip
Step with a fing (Fingy)
My young bull step with the ying (Yang)
Shotgun, step with a limp (Limp)
We got one, left with a grin (Huh)
Rum, I ain't drinkin' gin (No)
And this corn ain't pinchin' skin (Baow)
Somebody get him a Riz' (Riz')
Somebody get him a chip