Lyrics Teddy Bruckshot 2 - Loski

Still do it like Teddy Bruck
I know them yutes and many′s bruck
One eye like Fetty Wap
Fortune teller they tell me luck
Swing it, swing it, yuck
Grip it, grip, grip, duck
Amiri with the leopard cuts
Bare red Henny, man pour it up

I ain't Blood or Crip, I′m Harlem
Rich Porter
Do it like my bro madman, slaughter
See GT re a box, lovely
Back then he used to re up, quarter
Bro let it sing with a Smith, Jorja
'016 they crash whips, Corsa
You was in school doing maths
When I was in T with the cats, caller
Ski do a drill then dance
If the barbies ask say you're way too inner
Rich off rap ′fore I learnt how to whip
Bellz at the pot just watching it simmer
Amiri jeans with the leopard print
And I got ones with stripes like Tigger
Fuck what my bro done, that′s my jigga
Send a trophy, she a gorgeous winner
Big Ski look like Risky with my mask on
So they get confused
Dem man chatting about us man
Don't mix me to your hoes or boos
Shotty just dropped to the knees
If it never got chopped would′ve dropped to the shoes
Bro still looking for Wally
Not in a bookie, want it on news

Still do it like Teddy Bruck
I know them yutes and many's bruck (Muh, muh)
One eye like Fetty Wap
Fortune teller they tell me luck (One eye, one eye)
Swing it, swing it, yuck
Grip it, grip, grip, duck (Duck, duck)
Amiri with the Leopard cuts
Bare red Henny, man pour it up (Boom)
Still do it like Teddy Bruck
I know them yutes and many′s bruck (Muh, muh)
One eye like Fetty Wap
Fortune teller, they tell me luck (One eye, one eye)
Swing it, swing it, yuck
Grip it, grip, grip, duck (Duck, duck)
Amiri with the leopard cuts
Bare red Henny, man pour it up (Boom)

I'm from the O like Von and Boss Top (O)
Say you′re on job, get knocked off (Muh)
Hands on a woosh lockjaw (Muh)
I wear CC twice then cop more (Twice)
They must me dumb, man are tweaking
Nuff of them yutes been bun like hotdog
I'm in new CD not Dunlop
Man started this ting, can't jump off (No)
Know seh my mileage high
Bro let that fly, don′t know how much times
Bob, Gibson they slide
Fired up, live (Live)
Anyone riding with chingers, you′re not on my level
Stay on your side
Bro got a drop and he love it
Someone's gutted, they hate surprise (Muh, muh)

Still do it like Teddy Bruck
I know them yutes and many′s bruck
One eye like Fetty Wap
Fortune teller they tell me luck
Swing it, swing it, yuck
Grip it, grip, grip, duck
Amiri with the leopard cuts
Bare red Henny, man pour it up
Still do it like Teddy Bruck
I know them yutes and many's bruck
One eye like Fetty Wap
Fortune teller they tell me luck
Swing it, swing it, yuck
Grip it, grip, grip, duck
Amiri with the leopard cuts
Bare red Henny, man pour it up