Mm-mm
What you mean don’t lack?
Mm-mm
Grr
Mm-mm, Mm-mm, Mm-mm
Grr
Listen
What you mean don’t lack?
We stay concealed, untuck it
Twerk that, bruck it
Make that hand ting slap
[?] everything whacked (Baow)
We slapped right back, what you mean don’t lack?
The corn it stays intact
Paigons dash, whenever we make that crash
The man eat safe, don’t lack (Brr)
Yo, what you mean don’t lack?
We stay concealed, untuck it
Twerk that, bruck it
Make that hand ting slap
[?] everything whacked (Baow)
We slapped right back, what you mean don’t lack? (Mm-mm)
The corn it stays intact
Paigons dash, whenever we make that crash
The man eat safe, don’t lack (Brr)
I don’t trust rap, I still be spinnin’ (No cap)
Flyin’ heads gonna tear through linen (Broaw)
(Play my) Play my position
Shank on my waist, see my hand is the spinners (Baow)
Collapse man quick, if I spot man, chop that, fill this clip up and drop that
Shells collide with your frame and rock that
The whole street’s [?] when I pop that
Who’s lackin’? (Who?)
I’m in a car, gripping on the automatic
Who’s lackin’?
Man know what’s crackin’
I pack it up in traffic
Who would have thought that I’m travellin’ gypsy
Fling this one, aim man like a frisbee (Mm-mm)
[?] your skin, it feel oh so crispy (Ouch)
Reload, headshot, now he’s tipsy (You’re gone)
Like it ain’t no option
Bells on his shh
We got them cars and bikes and caught them
Firing shots in the crowd, waitin’ for then news to say we got them
These youts get dirty, ain’t no problem for gang to dot them
Feds wanna know who got them (Mm-mm)
Officer, I don’t know who shot them (Mm-mm) (Jimmy)
Look
What you mean don’t lack?
Video shoots, mashin’ bags
We don’t do stunts, this wap does bang, we ain’t throwin’ hands (It must be mad)
Stained a few albos, [?] treated me bad, now I’m dealing with affs (Mm-mm)
Said mandem doing it bait anywhere
Some jewels weren’t part of the plan
[Chorus: Unknown T]
Listen
What you mean don’t lack?
We stay concealed, untuck it
Twerk that, bruck it
Make that hand ting slap
[?] everything whacked (Mm-mm)
We slapped right back, what you mean don’t lack?
The corn it stays intact
Paigons dash, whenever we make that crash
The man eat safe, don’t lack (Brr)
Yo, what you mean don’t lack?
We stay concealed, untuck it
Twerk that, bruck it
Make that hand ting slap
[?] everything whacked (Baow)
We slapped right back, what you mean don’t lack?
The corn it stays intact (Run off)
Paigons dash, whenever we make that crash
The man ain’t safe, don’t lack (Brr)
The guns don’t beep, but we got pumpies
[?] squeeze, then tap
Grab her [?] and, I repeat, don’t lack
Gettin’ hard, gotta squeeze like nyash (Baow)
Pull up, pop corn at, your digital dash
The block said opps outside
[?], so we take them tats
Pull the hair back off, now he ain’t got plats
Me ain’t lackin’, are you mad?
I got the [?] tucked into my pants
It’s live onstage or the back of the dance
The ‘shine gon rinse, her teeth gon’ hit
Head tucked in, split that wig
The trigger ain’t stiff, just fiddle with it
Man’s like [?], leave one for the pigs
Get back [?] fillin’ [?]
[Verse 7: Kay-O]
Yo
Don’t lack, I’d rather the jail
Rather get packed, than partner with 12 (No way)
Chill with that gang, whenever we slap, you’re a target as well
You can try dash, but ain’t faster than shells
No plaster or patch will harm to your health
Guard up or get whacked
A shank or a wap, that’s the answer to hell (You know)
[Verse 8: Billy Billions]
Nobody’s ever made man bleed
Keep my machine, I ain’t one to concede (Never)
I’m giving out coppers to children in need
Let ’em kids run up on me
Put on my gloves like I’m Apollo Creed
Over, 12 rise up my sleeve
Really don’t lack, I got bag for the glee
You know it’s the guilty that plead
[Chorus: Unknown T]
Listen
What you mean don’t lack?
We stay concealed, untuck it
Twerk that, bruck it
Make that hand ting slap
[?] everything whacked (Baow)
We slapped right back, what you mean don’t lack?
The corn it stays intact
Paigons dash, whenever we make that crash
The man eat safe, don’t lack (Brr)
Yo, what you mean don’t lack?
We stay concealed, untuck it
Twerk that, bruck it
Make that hand ting slap
[?] everything whacked (Baow)
We slapped right back, what you mean don’t lack?
The corn it stays intact
Paigons dash, whenever we make that crash
The man eat safe, don’t lack (Brr)
[?] makes ’em dirty
You ain’t got no clue ’bout clams, you’re cat
What you mean don’t lack?
How can you talk like that? You lie in tracks
Rappers lying, loading straps, ain’t cuttin’ Ts, cutting out when they’re fucking needed
Cuttin’ through, slept with straps and bury you
Yo
Lack ain’t part of my vocab (No chance)
Stock on the SK, man unfold that
