Step to the dance but the gang ain't dancin' I would've allowed him,
I never said pardon
Hell in life, fight ends and sparrin's
When you take a trip to the
Bromptown garden
I violate, get turned to a target,
darlin'
Tryna say that I look harmless
I can't believe he's on it
Hopes I'm drillin' new posts,
he's talkin'
I'm a business man
But gang shit just stuffed in my veins
Back in day tryna cop me a blade
But bossman said I was too underage
And darlin' keeps tryna run games
Creepin' away at the talkin' stage
Latest clothes and the mask on face
Come hop in the coupe
and ride on the wave
She asked if I speak in
Spanish, I told her it's a
Persian bar
Sometimes I like screaming gang shit,
I pour like scrimmage
Zaha
Sometimes I like keeping the sighting,
it gets the main thing go so far
I won't deal with the broken heart,
might fly therapy for my mental scars
If she brings two friends
turn one into three
Reach to your feet,
she turn around 180 degrees
My broski said it gets like that like it is
what it is but it's not what I need
I'm kinda done with doing them favours,
cause no one's gonna do them for me
Was on the other side riding, told this
YG hop out the ride if you ain't got
beef with the opps man's fighting
If you get caught six points on my license,
don't know what she tryna aim for the bag
She knows where it is
tryna squeeze on my biceps
It's the
Brompton district, it gets kinda bait in town
I would say more but I can't even go there,
we got good girls, we got hoes here
We got family members, pagans,
high crime rates and a lot more foes here
If I had me a two -faced mask,
I'd be everywhere and nowhere
Have you ever had beef with your girl till you
slide pre -chat since she keeps on typing?
You never had beef with your mum till you're in
the kitchen and the whole room's silent
I've seen a group of five times two,
if two brings the four, that group is dividing
And the rules in this art of war, so hop off the fence,
which side are you siding?