Lyrics GLIDERS (INTERLUDE) - OFB

GLIDERS (INTERLUDE)

I’m in the 9 tryna fish, no prawn
And if you don’t run, get filled with corn
T-shirts get torn, this shotgun sawn
Chop it the same size as Shaun
Yawn, Bando from morning to morn
With a bad B, her back come big like storm
Civilians all bibbing their horn
Got me spinning this coupe for my brown skin jawn
I don’t talk on the glide, man’s silent
And my heart’s fully in when I’m riding
Run man down 'til a paigon vomits
Long samurai, tryna ching where his mind is
SJ tryna bun two yutes
Three car doors get popped when we’re sliding
What you know about your Rambo coming unscrewed
So you twist it 'til it’s tightened
I’m in Edmonton Green where these guys don’t be
Gold teeth and this mash gon' beat
I’m on the Aves with a pumpy beat
But it’s calm 'cause they still get filled with sweets
Cheap, all these machines ain’t cheap
See an opp on the glide and get smoked for free
Peak, now let’s watch a pussyhole leak
Cock it and jump out, and see Turna skeet
My broski wan' spill some juice
Let’s hit the opp block, I’m with you too
Let’s do it in twos, drill from coupes
Bandokay, loose screwed
Blacked out in the 9 with two
Don’t look in the light, don’t know who’s who
This sweet one’s tryna go on rude
Now she’s up in my DM’s going on cute
Hop out the-hop out the ride, make it beat like Madara
Pull up in the 2's, everyting get badded up
Lil Jojo times two, he had 'nuff
Swear down Snipez didn’t work on his stamina
Three man squashed in the back, no cap
S was good, he was sitting in the passenger
Pull up in Farm then we rise these hammers up
Lean out quick, double tap, bro bang it off
In my head it was me in the 9
Now it’s me in the 9, I think it’s deja vu
Broski off this roof
And loaded waps up in this blacked out coupe
When you rap, put your mic on mute
You don’t mash no work so don’t lie in the booth
SJ, I spit too much fire in the booth
It’s not like The Endgame, can’t call it truce