SIRENS

[Chorus: Remy]
Hear the sirens got a call from bro like who’s on mileage yeah
If he talks good round me
Then he talks behind me
Might just bury a friend like Eilish
Snakes and ladders
10 outta 10 like Wiley
Oh Riley yeah
10 outta 10, like

[Chorus: Tm]
Hear the sirens got a call from bro like who’s on mileage yeah
If he talks good round me
Then he talks behind me
Might just bury a friend like Eilish
Snakes and ladders
10 outta 10 like Wiley
Oh Riley yeah
10 outta 10
10 outta 10

[Verse 1: Remy]
(Like) like Wenger got switch the Gunners
They lost in the ends like a maze no runners
We roll round there on 4:20 like bunners
This this can never be no game like Sims
On my line wanna connect like E-E
I tell her E oh No
I only roll with the baddest
I pull with 5 wen I jack ur son
Like 1 2 3 or was it A B C
Is she really down for the ride
When I talk about streaks on C O D
She asked for the D so I murdered this beat
That’s a body in a week
Now everybody onto me
Cah I’m sounding like Shmurda b
I'ma tap her one time when I drip too hard
So I give her a leak

[Verse 2: HEN$HAW]
Watch me come and fold this guy
Leaving your mum with ocean eyes
Tell your bitch to open wide
Bend your back when I hold them thighs
Them man there just old and lie
You wanna get your olders why?
Ay bro come hold this guy
I can’t stand them bogus lies
Just listen before I go cuz
Are you here when the parties over?
And I felt more grown in my young days
Makes me think of when I was older
I don’t wanna be you no more my boy
I just wanna whip in a Rover
I don’t wanna be you no more my boy
I just wanna whip in a Rover
So I guess I’m the bad guy
Come for your silver nothing like magpie
Honeytrap on an opp boys farther
Send that seduce your dad type
Another stupid song I wonder
Copycat them boy there runner
Bellyache when you feel this cutter
Leave the remix 6 feet under

[Verse 3: Tm]
Lets talk about Eilish
Bury a friend
6 feet deep not 6 feet up
We ain't talking bout height
We should talk about length
But how can we talk about lengthiness
When you ain't packing sumin hefty
And how can we talk about heftiness
When you ain’t packing sumin lengthy
(Look) Uh huh
I’m in the middle of making a maker
Niggas tryna cut my tip that’s a taper
I’ll still bang for my bros no BS
Cuh I’m tryna run up these p's‚ no PS
They need a creator
I am the eraser more like a razor
To all of these hairs
Recreated the taper
They ain’t no heirs
They will get folded like riz
One hand on the sh that’s handles
Watching from the roof you should call me Batman
Black man
Running on the strip like a running man
Come like flash cuh we finna make a vortex
Got my hand on torso
Cuh I’m tryna rip out lungs or pancreas
You should call me venom
Cuh I’m a poison to all of these pricks no cactus
Inject my projectile weapon
Swing this hand cuh I’m still tryna kwef 'em
Yeh we left him cuh that felt right
Get battered no splatter that’s what I call a delight
He try call for his mandem
It was late got banged no bros
Next door be my number 1 fein
Bop on the scene like Melly that’s murder

[Chorus: Remy]
Hear the sirens got a call from bro like who’s on mileage yeah
If he talks good round me
Then he talks behind me
Might just bury a friend like Eilish
Snakes and ladders
10 outta 10 like Wiley
Oh Riley yeah
10 outta 10‚ like

[Chorus: Tm]
Hear the sirens got a call from bro like who’s on mileage yeah
If he talks good round me
Then he talks behind me
Might just bury a friend like Eilish
Snakes and ladders
10 outta 10 like Wiley
Oh Riley yeah
10 outta 10
10 outta 10