Lyrics Welcome to the Wild - SL

Welcome to the Wild

Nigga welcome to the wild, Selhurst Road, where the goons be
Top of the road we catch them clowns, sweet one, tell her come right now
But she wanna tell me 'bout upsuh, 'bout upsuh, tell her come down town
Fat pack in the trunk, it’s kickin' prolific, they wouldn’t smell a man out
No way could you tell me 'bout drought, hombre, I got the maddest of loud
2−2's zeng on the twee, damn, twiss up, best fix up or you’re getting put down
But true say, the plug play games sometimes, got me feelin' foolish
Got me waitin' for time but that ain’t a drought my darg, that’s a minor
shortage
My nigga are you feelin' awkward?
The plug threw you the pack and I caught it
Now I’m sittin' in my gaff, hella ammi on my lap and it’s waitin' to get
transported
Get the amm' with the flave’s cah I love it, same way I get the ackee with the
salt fish
They don’t make no bread they’re bluffin', they’re in the bedroom tryna get it
all in
Done it all on my ones, no help bro, put em in the young G’s but it was the
wrong call
Try dash them the pack, yeah I try dash them the pack but them boy playin'
dodge ball
Other side stay steady with the long tool, niggas on S so I step with caution
She suckin' it off and she score pulls man I really wish I never have daughters
Vacant strip got me doin' up camp in the opp boy waters
Got me feelin' like a rasclart tortoise
I would’ve banged that mash, oh gosh them boy there fortunate
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She said she don’t trust me cah I might crush her heart
Darlin' move out my way I’m tryna' crush my bud
Here she goes like it’s too late to tell her don’t start
She asked me if I like her hair, I told her that I like my funds
Cah nigga I was brought up on that Selhurst block, kickin' ball with Dennis in
a Tottenham top
Circle get smaller and smaller, you know how it goes, nah I don’t trust a lot
Like I had my man saw him and they didn’t do shit, like that’s another one gone
That done ain’t my don, if he sees that don and don’t drop that don, oh gosh,
oh gosh
Yeah the pack came in, but it ain’t shit I do my job
En route to the wickedest bitch, and she roll with the wickedest flock
Man I know she a thot, bro tellin' me time will tell
Got me sittin' back like tick tock
Don’t ask how I slapped your bitch no rubbers, how you eat that apple pie with
no custard?
Bro’s on the opp block, do as he say so, if not, then he’s fuckin' up your
function
Not long ago we were playin with play-doh, now these big-packs come real pungent
I don’t know what games you’re playin', cock-block clown, I call obstruction
Big toys that are drillin' mans brain bro, nah B, we don’t take instructions
Like I be tryna' have a fiddle in the middle, while it was me I be gettin'
interruptions
Like when it’s you, you were never interrupted, she got booty full of corruption
Shit, I don’t mind I’m corrupted