Verbal
[Intro]
Ugh
Ayy
Get back, get back
SJ
Marvelous works, excellent whoosh
We do drills and keep it shush
I still can't work it out
Why this lighty's movin' stush
I got the maddest sloppy top
But she never freed up that tush
Hoppin' out of rides on them
They push and hop in bush

[Chorus]
Verbal, verbal (Verbal)
This verbal ting is long
They're just upset that we stay on top (Yes)
They're just upset that their bredrin's gone (All right)
We get back like King Von
Two opps, it's copped, we get that gone
Two opp boys chopped, it's gettin' long
They tried drillin' on us but they're doin' it wrong (Uugh)
[Verse 1]
I know they heard a lot about us
We pulled up and dem man duss
Done already creep with things and stuff
JB's on point, he'll let that buss (Uugh, uugh)
Big and bad, get mixed with dust
Gyal and jakes, so my hands in cuffs
A lot of beef on my plate, we handle 'nuff
So there's tape on the handle, try and pull up
They can't handle it
Two hands on the 3, we strangle it (Uugh, uugh)
She can't manage it (No), I pushed it deep and I angled it (Yes)
The GB's pull up to functions
See man freeze, no mannequin (Freeze)
On rise, no panickin' (Uugh)
Bro got years, drug traffickin' (Uugh)

[Chorus]
Verbal, verbal (Verbal)
This verbal ting is long
They're just upset that we stay on top (Yes)
They're just upset that their bredrin's gone (All right)
We get back like King Von
Two opps, it's copped, we get that gone
Two opp boys chopped, it's gettin' long
They tried drillin' on us but they're doin' it wrong (Uugh)
[Verse 2]
Shove up, shove up and squeeze up
'Bout five man's gotta get in this whip (Five man)
They get up, get up and breeze off
Bro's got the burger that's filled with chips
No cap, they doin' this (No)
But they act a fool like Ludacris (Yes)
(I picked up tools and went on tour (Me), that's normal shifts)
Little man with his shavers out
Young boy ain't no normal kid (Uugh)
All that hype, I know you love it (I know)
Until you get hit (Uugh)
If it weren't by me, it was probably Snoop
If it weren't by Snoop it was King
Yella, sound of the drum, man let that ring (Uugh)
Sweep that block, mop it
I won't listen if you tell man stop it (No)
Load that rocket, hit a man up, I ain't talkin' boxin' (Uu-uugh)
I ran through so much boxes
Phone jumpy like the fuckin' moshpit (Jumpy)
Out all late (Late)
All I'm seein' is fuckin' foxes
Us, us, it was always us man doin' it first (Uugh-uugh)
Buss, buss, now these fake gangsters runnin' like girls (Runnin')
Oh well (Oh well)
Only time will tell (Uugh)
They say that I'm next to blow but I'm still out gassed like Texaco (Yes, yes)
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
Verbal, verbal (Verbal)
This verbal ting is long
They're just upset that we stay on top (Yes)
They're just upset that their bredrin's gone (All right)
We get back like King Von
Two opps, it's copped, we get that gone
Two opp boys chopped, it's gettin' long
They tried drillin' on us but they're doin' it wrong (Uugh)
Verbal, verbal (Verbal)
This verbal ting is long
They're just upset that we stay on top (Yes)
They're just upset that their bredrin's gone (All right)
We get back like King Von
Two opps, it's copped, we get that gone
Two opp boys chopped, it's gettin' long
They tried drillin' on us but they're doin' it wrong (Uugh)

[Outro]
Marvelous works, excellent whoosh
We do drills and keep it shush
I still can't work it out, why this lighty's movin' stush
I got the maddest sloppy top
But she never freed up that tush
Hoppin' out of rides on them
They push and hop in bush