Rendo (410) - Civilian (Pt. 1) lyrics

[Verse 1: BT] Civilian No face no trace These latex gloves will handle the heat like mittens Live corn in the drum Bells not little Like man ah just catch me a son Just catch me a ginal They do it for the fans They do it for the @s They do it for the Twitter Like f** alla that Man roll up in braps and fill up In a bag got a coffin, that hammer Man bruck up the pin, don't matter Like holla at akh for the hmm hmm Tell em that that ting jam up Beige all lookin like Fufu Brown just lookin like grandma Big ting going like dudu Why your head back so mashup My ting kickin so footish Feelin like I'm old and I'm Kaka [Verse 2: Rendo] Food in the bag Get the grub like lunch Rudez up west Hit the strip like cunch Had a young boy with the broom stick In the room with the pump And a bad work in a bando In a room full of skunk Crash corn in your wig man learn No trace no case These latex gloves might handle the dots like Perm Stuff corn in my gun Swear the opps don't learn Man ah run man down with the pole Man run cause you might get burnt Man see an opp Man see an opp, man squirm Dash it in his face then turn Had man runnin like nerds Wa'am to the yute Flossin his j**els Moving like you won't get burnt Been up in the fields like worms Shotty in the ride man swerve Bullets in the ground, man earthed [Verse 3: Rudez] Link that gyal in my loubs (ching) She like the red under my shoes Only link that gyal if she cute Red lipstick on her face Now it's all over my pubes Tryna get back to the hood The Gs called me for a move Just got back from cunch Tryna get all this filoose Man ah got a big 44 Like nobody nobody move Man ah take 'way all the filoose And a couple boxes of food Add that to the stack Then it's back to the trap Man ah tried to cop me a box of the loubs Man ah tried to cop me a box of the loubs