DRILL YOUR MOM / BRUV MOMENT VI ft. DeArti & Lil Bark Lyrics

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