(Hey man, play that song again Wh-what song, broski? You know the one, man No, I don't still, go on Man, stop fucking with me, man You know, the one that goes) Look, look, look Wobble and the bobble the bum In love with the clunge, she's strictly for fun (Yeah, yeah) Boy, I stay rating your bitch You can't buy a whip from the look of the trunk (Nah, nah) Bro got some smoke for my lungs White or the pink, I just know it's the Runtz (Loud) Got a new pack for my lunch Unzip it and twist it, it's packing a punch Free Rico, free Cams and Nutty Free Taz man, free up (Free 'em) Bro call me from the London dungeons No, it don't sound too fun (Too fun) On the block where I take man's grub If bro link me, then it's a potent one (Very loud) Gang stepping on the block with a 5 bill rusty I never seen a golden gun New young boy tryna better his funds Better better my cash or it's getting undone Heart turn cold when a friend turn Casper Hey bro, why you run? Why you run? Yeah Why you run? Why you run? (Yeah man, this the one man, this the one, damn, this shit hard bro) Grab a ching, grab a chick, then go strap a spliff (Yeah) I been bagging bits back when cuzzy used to pattern it (Yeah) Feds run in the crib, Jimmy, tell me what the damage is No, forget the door, tell me if they found the packages (Yeah) Stop all the talk, if they want it, we got it Best of the best, ooh, bros have the crème de la crème Cough up my cash, holding the phlegm Me getting locked was a daily event (Daily) Up on the block we go crazy on them Heard he got grub so we took it and went Give it a sec and go do it again How you say juggin' is dead? (How?) Go and give it your best (Go on) Smoke hella strains to the brain, I will not go for a M.R.I. test If they ask why I kept going and going Told them 'cause I could not live like the rest If they ask how he done got all that money Tell 'em I done it with utter finesse Look Wobble and the bobble the bum In love with the clunge, she's strictly for fun (Yeah, yeah) Boy, I stay rating your bitch You can't buy a whip from the look of the trunk (Nah, nah) Bro got some smoke for my lungs White or the pink, I just know it's the Runtz (Loud) Got a new pack for my lunch Unzip it and twist it, it's packing a punch Do it and get you a winner I was out watching her figure Closer she come, it be looking all bigger Came to the crib and it's better (Better, better) Baby wan' mess with a fella Suck it, she's scratching the leather She get the gist, no, I ain't gotta tell her Knows what she's getting for dinner You can't give me no chat, I ain't hearing the cap You want you a man, I'm not it (No) Had a baddie and damn, she got it (Got it) Talking figures, my fee catastrophic If her mum's coming back, then I'm Sonic Put on my fit and I'm making my way Teacher told me put it in my own words Still I'm gonna copy and paste (Man, I had this shit on repeat all day, I need help)