Letra Gangway par Fire Octagon

Yur, (This should be played at high volume)
Gangway, are you dumb?

Got a f**kin' beamer
You know my whip is cleaner
Damn, I ain't even got a whip (I can't hear you)

My sh*t so expensive finna go to the dry cleaner
You're a loser wearin' Rip N Dip
I'm wearing all Comme des Garçons
My b*t*h sweeter like a bonbon

We so high we on Zircon
Your rhyme flow, yeah
I think it needs to be worked on
Cookin up with the Fire Octagon
You're looking lame like your name is Ron
But we're winners like AD and 'Bron (Bow, bow)

We pullеd up and we're gonna be, at thе function
F**k the British I hate tea
Tastes like absolute sh*t
When the UK Hears this they're gonna be like "He a nitwit!"
In Canada we stay lit
Ain't got no Travvy Patty
Your girl, she call me daddy
I'm with my main man Jacky
Like Uzi, we count them rackies

We pulled up to the addy at the function
She lookin sweet like a f**kin baddy
Shoutout to the boy Duncan
We so f**ked up we forgot how to function

(Jacky buckets, Jacky buckets, huh)

Runnin' with this cheque
Yeah, I'm floating from some neck
Sh*t too fire, what the heck
Yeah your beat, yeah I wrecked that
Bar fire, yeah you felt that (felt that, felt that)

She put me on her Snapchat
You shoulda seen our last chat
B*t*h I never snap back
Had to make my last rack
Changes unpredictable
Rhyme changes unindictable
My p*n*s way too lickable
My flow, yes so formidable

(blowing sounds)

Yeah on these bars, yeah I held back
You ever f**kin' diss mis, I'ma crack back
Like f**kin Prescott, b*t*h Dak's back. (Back)

You say you gon' pull up, with what?
My shooters ball up in the cut

Runnin' with this cheque
Yeah, I'm floating from some neck
Sh*t too fire, what the heck
Yeah your beat, yeah I wrecked that
Bar fire, yeah you felt that (felt that, felt that)