Текст песни DRILL YOUR MOM / BRUV MOMENT VI - Gang Shloink feat. DeArti & Lil Bark

Cuz funny
Bitch I'm outside with no money
Sleep in reception my brain got recession
Arti will knock up your tummy

Spot him and pop him just like a pimple
Leave his face with a hole like a dimple
Did that done that
Bone extension for my man, fund that fund that

Don't come round these ends, you're clapped
Like a standing ovation
I came off the bench and hopped in a Benz
While you're waiting at the train station (Bow bow bow)

I hang with gorillas, apes
While you with baboons (Oo oo)
Mans lungs get smoky
Can't breath in all these fumes (Grrt)

Got a side ting a penny she a dime
You a pussy for chatting that shit online
Pull up on you in a and you suddenly a mime
Knock mans out now he hearing a chime

Ting go ba-ba-bow, suck a cow
Don't come chatting that shit
It ain't allowed, vibe on a dhow
Put a hole through his brow, wow

Spliff was coated like lakota
Mans an inbred South Dakota
Walk in the dealership stole Toyota
Drove the Prado down the highway

Those insults better not be my way
Kill the ops like battle of midway
Mans so cliche, dancing ballet
When I got the shank mans try to downplay

Bruv it ain't doomsday, this just foreplay
Let the beat play, like I'm DJ
When I shoot that ting go neigh
Like it hey, mans said hey

He should pray, gave him cancer
UV ray, just to say sorry
Got a bouquet of Poison Ivy
Cuz I betray, bah!

Cuz funny
Bitch I'm outside with no money
Sleep in reception my brain got recession
Arti will knock up your tummy

Spot him and pop him just like a pimple
Leave his face with a hole just like a dimple
Did that done that
Bone extension for my man, fund that fund that

F201 TO A44
COB GS the core
Like SJ got Choppa it go
Bow bow bow bow bow

Oh I see a cow and I want it now
Vibe on a dhow
You already know Bruv 5 is boomin'
Outside Art's you know I'm loomin'

Pull up I'm fucking your father
Got a cow leaking like a faucet
Your brain cells is cannon fodder
You in the audience just an applauder

I'm coming over to beat your meat
We ain't got no fuckin' type beat
Go outside it's a robbery
Go back now they follow me bow!

Lil bark, real quick, rah

Big up mans on the track gonna hit one
Twenty pilots but British call it misrun
Everyone wanna see mans fight
Saving the knockout for the fake ones

Finishing strong at seventeen
Fam finna call me Raheem
Watching the days go downstream
But thanking god like ameen

First bitch I got, said mashallah
Next ones gon be inshallah
God blessed me said hamidullah
Out here waiting for a Fatima

Cuz funny
Bitch I'm outside with no money
Sleep in reception my brain got recession
Arti will knock up your tummy

Spot him and pop him just like a pimple
Leave his face with a hole just like a dimple
Did that done that
Bone extension for my man, fund that fund that