Little Blonde

[Intro]
(Ay, Tweeko mixed this uno, it sounds cold)

[Chorus]
Lurkin' down a backroad bally with a black coat
Rolling with a pack biv skin and a graff phone
Trying to keep eyes, no surprise if there's jacks though
Slipping in the the road, that's a night in the cells, bro
Fuck that, I'm not trying to get nicked
I stay switch, no flick on me hip, I use fists
And swing that, I've got me brother on me wrist
So when I swing, I never miss, I've lost my brother, so I'm pissed

[Verse 1]
Bring back little knuckle from the sky
'Cause a miss I might die with in sky getting high
Man flashback, I'm not a sheep, I'm a lion
And if he's lying, I will try him, left hook, taste the iron
Bro bang that little blonde and she's rude
Take her out, go for food, take hеr home, now we're nudе
Man tap that, love, I'll probably see you soon
Next never if it's cool, 'cause the money over rules
A big back, but now I'm shining like a fool
'Cause her backs over ruled and I've booked another room
Man bitch back, like I said, I'd see you soon
But instead it's getting rude, what position do you choose?
Love, pick that, f-f-freaky with the moves
Now she's dancing for me too, next level in the room
Like rah dah, next day we get some food
Quick joint, pay then room, then it's back to making moves

[Chorus]
Lurkin' down a backroad bally with a black coat
Rolling with a pack biv skin and a graff phone
Trying to keep eyes, no surprise if there's jacks though
Slipping in the the road, that's a night in the cells, bro
Fuck that, I'm not trying to get nicked
I stay switch, no flick on me hip, I use fists
And swing that, I've got me brother on me wrist
So when I swing, I never miss, I've lost my brother, so I'm pissed

[Verse 2]
Throw back, I've been hit with a nine
That's a quarter, no time, get it gone, taste the wine
Drink that, most rappers talk lies
All cap, fake rhymes, like he didn't take his life
Bro chat that, I'm like McGregor with the ties
Take a loss, then I rise, mister mac predict the lies
Read that, I'm advance when I'm high
IQ, use the mind, just listen when I rhyme
Bro sip that, and I'm smoking all the time
Only Kush, fuck a lime, when I feed her, then she's mine
Cope that, taking risks till it's mine
So I'll never stop the grind and I'll do it till I shine
Just trust that I've got knuckle on me mind
And his brother by me side, I can see him though his eyes
Pain that buddies watching from the sky
And he's going to make me shine, but till late I'm still outside

[Chorus]
Lurkin' down a backroad bally with a black coat
Rolling with a pack biv skin and a graff phone
Trying to keep eyes, no surprise if there's jacks though
Slipping in the the road, that's a night in the cells, bro
Fuck that, I'm not trying to get nicked
I stay switch, no flick on me hip, I use fists
And swing that, I've got me brother on me wrist
So when I swing, I never miss, I've lost my brother, so I'm pissed