gliders (interlude)

, k6, ay, bando, ay, yo, i'm in the 9 tryna fish, no quorn, and if you don't run, get filled with corn, t-shirts get torn, this shotgun sawn, chop it the same size as swarmz, yawn, bando from morning to morn, with a bad b, her back come big like storm, civilians all bibbing their horn, got me spinning this coupe for my brown skin jawn, i don't talk on the glide, man's silent, and my heart's fully in when i'm riding, run man down 'til a paigon vomits, long samurai, tryna ching where his mind is, sj tryna bun two yutes, three car doors get popped when we're sliding, what you know about your rambo coming unscrewed, so you twist it 'til it's tightened, i'm in edmonton green where these guys don't be, gold teeth and this mash gon' beat, i'm on the abz with a pumpy beat, but it's calm 'cause they still get filled with sweets, cheap, all these machines ain't cheap, see an opp on the glide and get smoked for free, peak, now let's watch a pussyhole leak, cock it and jump out, and see turna skeet, my broski wan' spill some juice, let's hit the opp block, i'm with you too, let's do it in twos, drill from coupes, bandokay, loose screwed, blacked out in the 9 with two, don't look in the light, don't know who's who, this sweet one's tryna go on rude, now she's up in my dm's going on cute, hop out the-hop out the ride, make it beat like madara, pull up in the 2's, everyting get badded up, lil jojo times two, he had 'nuff, swear down didn't work on his stamina, three man squashed in the back, no cap, s was good, he was sitting in the passenger, pull up in farm then we rise these hammers up, lean out quick, double tap, bro bang it off, in my head it was me in the 9, now it's me in the 9, i think it's deja vu, broski off this roof, and loaded waps up in this blacked out coupe, when you rap, put your mic on mute, you don't mash no work so don't lie in the booth, sj, i spit too much fire in the booth, it's not like the endgame, can't call it truce