On Piss

[Chorus: DoRoad]
What d'ya mean that we ain't on piss?
Shotgun, .44, bruk down whip
Bootings on the back road, normal
Chinging on the main, that's what man did
Numerous times, man step with things, tryna fire up all these pricks
Numerous times, took trips to O, tryna file up all my [?]
I ain't into no chat, phone up akh, get the MAC
We're pullin' up in Transit vans
Mind your bredrin, get splashed
Mind your bredrin, get shot
We don't need to go to the other side 'cause we got that block there locked
Man set up shop on man's block

[Verse 1: Sleeks]
Trap, stack, prof (Trap)
Touch road with a Ziploc (Skrrt)
One rule, that's get guap
En route to the money, don't get lost (Don't get lost)
Pots go pop
Hand to hand, I seen lots of prof
Hand to hand to control that dots
Jump out, they hop, skip and drop
Blacked out windows, leaning back (Skrrt, skrrt)
German whip, foreign stick
Got about eight young G's in the back (True)
Caught my man and he sang (What?)
It's all mad (Mad up)
Addin' up P's, no plastic
Got paper stuffed in the bag
How many times have I bruk that brick? Did it bare hands
Grams in the vacuum pack turned to bands (Ching ching)
Tuck stay with the mandem
Turn up with the gang
Livin' two lives, I'm Hannah Montana
Mandem in the K (Free 'em), some call it the slammer (Free 'em)
Free E and T (Free 'em), feds caught them with a blammer (Free 'em up)
Doin' up [?] section stylist mad up
Mandem cause a mazza (Skrrt)
Got food in the bag like Asda

[Chorus: DoRoad]
What d'ya mean that we ain't on piss?
Shotgun, .44, bruk down whip
Bootings on the back road, normal
Chinging on the main, that's what man did
Numerous times, man step with things, tryna fire up all these pricks
Numerous times, took trips to O, tryna file up all my [?]
I ain't into no chat, phone up akh, get the MAC
We're pullin' up in Transit vans
Mind your bredrin, get splashed
Mind your bredrin, get shot
We don't need to go to the other side 'cause we got that block there locked
Man set up shop on man's block

[Verse 2: DoRoad]
So what d'ya mean that we ain't on piss? (What d'ya mean?)
I done fired up man on the back road
Ching man down on the main [?]
The amount of miles, countless trips
I put so much work in cunch, fam, I shoulda been stinkin' rich
But I'm still, but I'm still gettin' rid of these bits
Violations [?]
[?] shotguns with duct tape, MAC round my neck held up by string
Likkle fish can't tell me 'bout things
Nine hundred stones in cling
If I die, make sure my phone ring
If I die, make sure my phone ring (Make sure my phone fucking ring)
Anytime I pull up and them man there turn soft and wet like pussy
I got waps and [?], back then you woulda got 25 shots in the woofie
Nowadays I just step with the PR 'cause I don't know half of these so-called opps but I know they know who we are (We are)
Bro walked in with the baddest woofie, I swear he couldn't fit this in the Kia (Fucking [?])
Let out half of the clip, I wouldn't wanna be her
[?]
Shellin' out fours, twos, even shellin' out draws and quarters
Bro put six on the chain, now look at his neck, water (Bling)
Countless times man done it and left them other side youts all tortured (Drenched)