J Neat & SupaWassi & GD
Why G & SupaWassi & J Neat
Burna Bandz & Houdini
Richie Stacks & SupaWassi
SupaWassi & Baby Fifty
Richie Stacks & GD & Robin Banks
GD & J Neat
Tax Hard & SupaWassi & J Neat
FB
Why G & SupaWassi
Burna Bandz & GD
Houdini & SupaWassi
Robin Banks & Burna Bandz
Houdini & Msav & Wassa &
Burna Bandz & Tax Hard & SupaWassi
FM (3L)
Aladdin includes fallen rapper Houdini and fallen Wassi who is The Northside Jane Jesus. LLH and Wassi but this songs is lit fam
[Intro: Houdini]
Yo, there's no reverb?
Alright, yo, yo
[Verse 1: Houdini]
Bad bitch, fuck her wit' no condom
Know that I'm rockin' expensive designer
Get to the racks, you know that ain't a problem
.223 hollow tips turn up his body
Circle a 50 clip like Curtis Jackson
Nigga got turned to a pack up in Brampton
Hunnid of racks in the bando, I'm trappin'
Foot in the dash, and the jakes start flashin'
Workin' at Lids, how you into the cappin'
And I ain't into the aggin'
G-23 in the Louis, no fashion
Nobody sayin' what happened
All that they know is that, he got flied like Aladdin
Crodie, let's get to the millions
Don't got no time to be up in no buildin'
Meet you on road like a [?]
Cro tryna drill, he need someone to steer
He tryna put somethin' up in the air
G-27 up in my Amiri's
Back to thе block and the hood that they fear
Rolliе look like chandelier
J Neat, he drifts with a laser
We gonna flip us a hitter
That nigga glizzy outdated
[Verse 2: Shadough]
Ain't no words when we catchin' a body
Nigga, run up on me, it's gon' be a homi'
Double cup, ain't sippin' no ack
Bad bitch, she don't know how to act
Chippin' a brick, no matter the weather
Packs on packs, shit gon' vanish
Can't see me, we in the trap, stackin' shit to the ceilin'
Hunnid on hunnid out the bando
Runnin' shit up, no cashier
Tryna run up on me, we put him in the air
I take the cap off these haters
Smoke on the pound, this is gelato
No O.K.C, niggas in the air
My youngins hit your block wit' no fear
The opps so broke, shit ain't fair
[Verse 3: Msav]
Back in the trap and I'm whippin' up Ana
Me and Houdini, we fuckin' your mama
John Wick, be lovin' the drama
Catch me in the Courts wit' them Wassas
Half a breezy be runnin' them numbers
Shit's sparked, no roman candle
Remember days I was sleepin' in a bando
Wop for wop, it's gettin' dismantled
Free Baby K, that's my wlatt
Ouu bitch, fuck that slatt
Yellow tape, this ain't no cap
[Verse 4: Wassa]
Yellow tape the scene, now that's that
S-latt, nigga, ain't no slatt
Got the drop, nigga, circle that
You already know he outside so we double back
Is there one up top? Why you askin' that
Keep a steady case on me, thumbtacks
But I do the race, I ain't hearin' that
We done drilled, buss .9, now I keep a mac
Got Wass ties, I don't need a Larry
We pullin' up and we take your face
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