Dat Way (Remix) ft. Abra Cadabra, BackRoad Gee, French Montana, Clavish & Beenie Man

Dat Way (Remix) ft. Abra Cadabra, BackRoad Gee, French Montana, Clavish & Beenie Man - Krept & Konan

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Hoppin' out my whip and I'm parked up Play (play) Dirty (dirty) That's all I think about Rise it (bow), rise it (bow), we can never get tired Slide and win, slide (slide), 'cause on a miss dyin' (huh) I'm in, then I'm out, like I fucked mans girl (huh) I'm in, then I'm out, when I press this ting (huh) I'm in, then I'm out, don't kiss that girl, I put ball in her mouth You know like, that way, that way (that way) Got the drop, so my young boy with it You know like, that way, that way (grr) Spin this kid, reverse it (skrr, skrr) The man went that way, that way Baby, come arch your back, come, arch your back You know how I like it, that way, yeah That way (timin') Sting set wrapped, I stay strapped for the chaos You know how much flex is taped off? Amazon us, Jeff Bezos Man was runnin' in cribs, like "Who's the shotter?" You would think that he's from Naij, the way he was shoutin' "You robber" As we ran off with belongings (don't leave me) Black Dunks like Insta logins (log in) Bro still in the trap tryna get rid of brown like Katie Hopkins Had that boy there run so fast Made them boy there zoom, now it's a conference Bro got bodies on the conscious Mi-Million pound for my daughter (racks) You ain't got more money than Nala No where to hide when shit's crackin' You can run like you're Islam And he's bredrin ain't from Spain But if we talk bread then it's panic Don't act like my nigga wouldn't rip you Really finna trick you, spit it on a prick Flicky on the stick, he did it for a brick Drive by, that's two girls kissin' in the whip And you know that Achilles don't listen Stick to your head like revision Sign more checks than petition Oi, pussio, listen Might give a wife the gherkin You know what she do for a Birkin Swervin' (shrr) Jadon Sancho, bro done a move from a German Rise it (bow), rise it (bow), we can never get tired Slide and win, slide (slide), 'cause on a miss dyin' (huh) I'm in, then I'm out, like I fucked mans girl (huh) I'm in, then I'm out, when I press this ting (huh) I'm in, then I'm out, don't kiss that girl, I put ball in her mouth You know like, that way, that way (that way) Got the drop, so my young boy with it You know like, that way, that way (grr) Spin this kid, reverse it (skrr, skrr) The man went that way, that way Baby, come arch your back, come, arch your back You know how I like it, that way, yeah That way (timin') They wanna do cyber wars If my young ones pull up, you're gonna need life support (don't make me have to remind you) She said "Are you paid?", and I'm like "Of course" Somebody tell her, she must be the dwellers, Michael Kors Fuck who you listenin' to Keep gettin' lippy, I swear when we link up it's gonna get tricky for you My mans tryna visitin' you You know what I'm hintin' (you know what it is) All of my niggas are tapped, now let that sink in (let it sink) You know what I'm thinkin' Just 'cause I rap now don't get it twisted Be realistic, clout's a sickness Before the litness, check the logistic How many times have I risked it? Been in the whip with ammo equipped We've jumped out and flicked it, couldn't resist it If there's a problem, I gotta fix it, mind who you takin' pics with Rise it (bow), rise it (bow), we can never get tired Slide and win, slide (slide), press it on you means dyin' (huh) I'm in, then I'm out, like I fucked mans girl (huh) I'm in, then I'm out, when I press this ting (huh) I'm in, then I'm out, don't kiss that girl, I put ball in her mouth You know like, that way, that way (that way) Got the drop, so my young boy with it You know like, that way, that way (grr) Spin this kid, reverse it (skrr, skrr) The man went that way, that way Baby, come arch your back, come, arch your back You know how I like it, that way, yeah That way (grrt, baow) Real bad man with a good heart Don't get my back, it's a push start Swing my shank with force tryna drop hearts Rise this wap like Simba's son When I aim at man, better look sharp Grrt, bow, gun dance (yeah) Huh? You ain't never seen an opp boy fallin' (nah) You ain't never see a Glock .9 clartin' (nah) Too matter rahtid, bare carnage I'm lookin' at my opp boy vids and I see a new face When I see him, I'ma blast this rahting Me, I'm okay with bein' a target 'cause you know my ting's barkin' When I say we got bare machines, I ain't talkin' 'bout no factory (nah) If you see an opp boy and he got it and you don't strangle it, my dawg, that's blasphemy Bust my ting, don't chat for me (nah) See me, I lean with it, eat with it, in the streets with it See an opp boy, leave teeth in him (grrt bow) Look, who wanna trap for me now? Spin that block right now, waps out (waps out) Actually, too important, people call Mad Max I can tap that cloud You thought you was maxed on socks 'til I backed that out, gotta backtrack now You pussy, call me a backpack gun? Can't reach for your suthin' if I slap that now Source: LyricFind