I said
Ye, ye
One of the boys it's time (It's straight)
It's time one of the boys
Straight outta the dungeons of rap
The acids drop deep as does my boys
I never driving
Coz too driving is my mans of Illinois
Beyond the walls of cats
Life is defined
I think of meth when i'm in an Iraq state of mind
Hope the toys got some white noise
My Illinois don't like dirty loud noise
Run up to the noise and get some poise
In an Iraq state of mind
You f*cking with my gang?
The boys will be there
Some niggas talking shit bra?
The boys will be there
Somebody better get me some xannys
Or the boys will be clear
Swat i'm saying bruh
What more could i ask for?
The trimmed acids?
You complain about stolen pillies
I gotta love it tho
Somebody still speaks for the antacids
I'm rapping to the dogs
And i'm rapping move your frogs
Gay, black, cancer
Like a guns
Boy i tell you
I thought you were tonnes
You f*cking with my gang?
The boys will be there
Some niggas talking shit?
The boys will be there
Somebody better get me some xannys
Or the boys will be clear
Ya, ya
You f*cking with my gang?
The boys will be there
Some niggas talking shit?
The boys will be there
Somebody better get me some xannys
Or the boys will be clear
Yo, i said the boys will be clear aye
Aye yo
Yaz in an Iraq state of mind
When i was young my my mans
Had a runs
I was kicked out with no buns
Never thought i'd see that puns
In a solo life
Could make my my mans tonnes
A homosexual cars
Is quite the oz
Thinking of meth
Yaz is thinking of meth, ya
Yaz be thinking of meth, gay
Aye