Bally Bop

[Intro: Youngs Teflon]
Yeah

[Verse 1: Youngs Teflon]
Six thousand volts, that's us, man
Got six hundred songs on a hard drive
Snake my friend, that's a far cry
None of that shit don't happen on our side
One man step with a tall up
Shoot somethin' down, no, they ain't gettin' back up
Too much bits on the stick
When I'm done with the clip, I'ma plug in the back up
Chased by feds with guns and knives
Still rise up like we ain't got memory
Load that .4 'tll it's fizzy, twist that cap, tryna turn man Hennessy
Niggas get shot every day over money and pain, if not, it was jealousy
Went on a date with babe, caught sight of my blade and I told her it's necessary
Scary, scary
We was sixteen on a glide tryna hail that cab, you was hailin' Mary
I was in France with bro, had drugs in my bag tryna catch that ferry
And my man ain't on shirt button, but in school, he was loud and Leary
Two man step on a GSXR
Far from simple, my life like a jigsaw
Gotta burn that bike and clothes
'Cause you know that ya never too sure what the pig saw
Come to the armoury, big guns, we don't rent 'em to ride
See us, man, anywhere 'round there
You know that it's pain we intent to supply
Three man glide like a bobsleigh, both hands in, tryna bend them corners
This blue steel cold right now, when I come back 'round though, I bet you it's warmer
Nights that I slept in my tracksuit 'cause I had Marmite and I had Flora
Can't blame me, I was poorer
Top shelf price when you pay it for it, purer
Ayy

[Verse 2: RV]
(RV)
I was with my boys on the backstreet
Big skeng on the backseat (You know)
I could put that shit on my momma (Mommy)
Feds got what they wanted last year, I didn't see five seconds of summer (Clip)
If you got a crack pipe and you need a fix, call me, but I ain't no plumber
Two bells in the dots, that's dumb and dumber (Dums dums)
Man can't tell me 'bout grams
Years and years, I've been in the T (Trappin')
Four Z's of brown, that's one-twelve, no peaches and cream (Haha)
OT with the fiends (Cream)
Can't get busted for a next crime (Nah)
Tell my young boy take that pack (Take it)
Make him hold food like intestines
Rambo with the jagged edge
Do damage when I back that hench knife (Ching)
Which got blazin' the opp pack
Could be you two if catch you at red lights (Smokin')
Traphouse from Boyz 2 Men, then I blew, now I'm just livin' my best life (Best life)
Thats when your boy got bands like One Direction and Westlife (Uh-huh)
I remember my line went dead (Dead)
I could tell you 'bout hard times trappin' (I can)
But I made it be I get no JLS 'cah I do flips like Aston (Flips)
Bring a gun and roses to my side ting's crib, told her to keep it patterned
It was a blur when shh got shh, I don't even know what happend