KIRSTY

[Intro]
Tee-bo, Tee-
(Spuddy)
Tee, Tee
Come on, huh, Tee-

[Chorus]
Certi, mandem just hit about thirty shots of the Mac-10, leave a man dirty (Tee)
I got a white girl, callin' her Kirsty
Pink Moscato on deck, I'm thirsty
You wanna scout for gyal, you're thirsty
Ten min' when I hit like thirty
Twenty min' when I hit like forty, huh
Check that gyal, she's naughty, huh
Arch that one for the batty, can't arch or bop if I don't fling leg out (Brrrr)
The mandem a jook when the mandem step out
If a man try chat bad, bring that lead out
Sweep that scene, dead out
The mandem got in a scuffle, brought that ped out
He got dead out, she got dug out
Everyone dug out, everyone dead out

[Verse 1]
G-Lock, have it on deck
Free promo, me I got gyally on deck
You don't know me, I got honeys on text
Messages, brudda just give me a text
Messaging me, had to sever him
Long nose Beret', I shoot like Bellingham
Me I got hella [?] of ketamine
Me I got hella hoes doin' the Migraine Skank
They call me the Cyber-Man, I come round there and I light a man
I know you pissed off when I sight a man
I hit that once, she crying, damn
Light two spliffs in 'Dam
You know me, racks [?], damn
My name is Teebo, fuck all the spam
You know me, me I just shoot it, shoot it

[Chorus]
Certi, mandem just hit about thirty shots of the Mac-10, leave a man dirty (Tee)
I got a white girl, callin' her Kirsty
Pink Moscato on deck, I'm thirsty
You wanna scout for gyal, you're thirsty
Ten min' when I hit like thirty
Twenty min' when I hit like forty, huh
Check that gyal, she's naughty, huh
Arch that one for the batty, can't arch or bop if I don't fling leg out (Brrrr)
The mandem a jook when the mandem step out
If a man try chat bad, bring that lead out
Sweep that scene, dead out
The mandem got in a scuffle, brought that ped out
He got dead out, she got dug out
Everyone dug out, everyone dead out

[Verse 2]
Everything dead, got a G-Lock under my bed, best gimme some cred
When I hop on the booth, every man goes dead, that's silence
One talk bad and then man go silent
Left-right hook, then lick him up, Tyson
She suckin' me up like the hoover, Dyson
Look man, you wanna chat about violence?
Come then, listen up, chat 'bout violence
Got twelve firearms on me, licenced
Got twelve bands and you niggas are minus
Couple of racks in my LV duffle
Baggin' the dirt with my bludclart shovel
Look brudda, you wanna chat? Man scuffle
What is the plan? Let's bludclart huddle
My Blasian ting asked, "Where are the cuddles?"
I'm stuck on the block like bludclart Blu-tack
Look brudda, I'm in a rush like Sunak
Look brudda, you wanna [?] Soon, akh
These ciggydem bun up my chest, no flu akh
Certi, man a just hit about thirty shots out the Mac-10, have no clue akh
Fuck all the chat, put man in the boot akh
Boot at man, you know I'll boot back
Shoot at man, you know I'll shoot back