Y-Y-YO! (Dutch Rebelle)
Yeah...Juan ! (Jefe Replay)
This ones for my..this ones for my hood
This ones for my..oh this ones yours too
[Chorus] (Jefe Replay)
This ones for my hustlers stacking bread up on the low
Only pa** the blunts to all the homies that we know
Only run from cops when them hands come out windows
They bout to air it out, air it out, air it out
This ones for my stoners at the cookout with 2 plates
Only spread good vibes and they don't got no time to hate
Roll one for yo homie that beat just getting sent upstate
We bout to air it out, air it out, air it out
[Verse 1] (Dutch Rebelle)
Yo! uh
Sundress with the chucks flow, hella stuck tho, never kid for the bucks tho
Kept the flow smooth and clean like a limosuine
But i can still pick it up like a truck tho
Never mind that, Replay gotta bad one, where you find that?
Said she got trees, we should intertwine that
Yelling 'Pulll Up" that means rewind that
Got a wicked waistline, gyal ah where yuh wine at?
All black with a bad gyal crew
Couples Zoes too sippin Barbancourt
Keep the loud down if the cops come thru
And keep ya boo close if my squad see you
Like don't let ya box get checked in
And don't let ya man get tooken
U took about 10 pics when i stepped in
Took em straight to the net no Brooklyn
Yo...
[Chorus] (Jefe Replay)
This ones for my hustlers stacking bread up on the low
Only pa** the blunts to all the homies that we know
Only run from cops when them hands come out windows
They bout to air it out, air it out, air it out
This ones for my stoners at the cookout with 2 plates
Only spread good vibes and they don't got no time to hate
Roll one for yo homie that beat just getting sent upstate
We bout to air it out, air it out, air it out
[Verse 2] (Dutch Rebelle)
Yo..
Loud packs and them pistols
And we dance like its disco, where they don't dump word to Sisqo
Yelling over speakers got me sound like Meek
Way too much piff got me high all week
Don't speak no doubt, if you ain't come out
Stay up all night till the licks run out
Lean zipped up and the blunt burnt out
Lost yo b**h upstairs hope it all works out
Gotta [??] champagne, couple plantains
50 for the store run, keeping that change
You can tell ya fam come too
Whatever they do know it falls on you doeee
Yo, man listen, i be with the girls [??]
Man listen, all up in your nerves when they mans gon missing
Tell em don't start like a bad transmission, listen
Yo fam listen, pretty click of cousins and they on they way
We dont pay no mind to what they gon say
Let the kartel play lick a shot all day
Rrrraaahh!
[Chorus] (Jefe Replay)
This ones for my hustlers stacking bread up on the low
Only pa** the blunts to all the homies that we know
Only run from cops when them hands come out windows
They bout to air it out, air it out, air it out
This ones for my stoners at the cookout with 2 plates
Only spread good vibes and they don't got no time to hate
Roll one for yo homie that beat just getting sent upstate
We bout to air it out, air it out, air it out