Gang Shloink - MUMBAI MOMENT / BRUV MOMENT XIII Lyrics

Fuck this yute, send him to Mumbai
Put him in a zoot, after he die
Put him in a spliff and gc easy
GS got the drum, not like Weezy
Your own boys don't back you
Imma have to smack you
Back your beef, got strap like a shhh
Call me Chief Keef, you the cunt that I don't like
Pull up with the mandem
Seemingly random
Roll in with the handsome phantom
Strap up the nose and a tantrum
Who's that? Your dad
Are you mad
I feel bad when you're sad cuz you mad but I'm glad
Cuz I add your dad to the list of the men I've had
Flip you upside down
IQ shut it down
Boi you a clown, fight me in Nuketown
No bots, two dots, on the minimap couple shots
Shots in a cup
Then we drink up, yup
Hold up, back up
Did you say that you and my dad were gonna hook up
Fuck this yute, send him to Mumbai
Put him in a zoot, after he die
Put him in a spliff and gc easy
GS got the drum, not like Weezy
Your own boys don't back you
Imma have to smack you
Back your beef, got strap like a shhh
Call me Chief Keef, you the cunt that I don't like
Turnin' on flight mode, like Turner
I think imma bunn son, no burner
Never got safety on
Cuz my head too big like one
Workrate, workrate, what is your birthdate
You can get chinged so put on your breastplate
Calling my shoota' I'm calling my best mate
Ching in your chest you fall like a milk crate
Big up the opps and big up the mandem
Yeah we Shloink but we ain't a gang ting
Best believe still rise up my ying
Dashin' like Tay-K pull out the big ting baow
Suck on a cow
Like big Wayne say wow
Operate the ting with skill
Get shot with a bullet no bill
Fuck this yute, send him to Mumbai
Put him in a zoot, after he die
Put him in a spliff and gc easy
GS got the drum, not like Weezy
Your own boys don't back you
Imma have to smack you
Back your beef, got strap like a shhh
Call me Chief Keef, you the cunt that I don't like

Fuck this yute, send him to Mumbai
Put him in a zoot, after he die
Put him in a spliff and gc easy
GS got the drum, not like Weezy
Your own boys don't back you
Imma have to smack you
Back your beef, got strap like a shhh
Call me Chief Keef, you the cunt that I don't like
Pull up with the mandem
Seemingly random
Roll in with the handsome phantom
Strap up the nose and a tantrum
Who's that? Your dad
Are you mad
I feel bad when you're sad cuz you mad but I'm glad
Cuz I add your dad to the list of the men I've had
Flip you upside down
IQ shut it down
Boi you a clown, fight me in Nuketown
No bots, two dots, on the minimap couple shots
Shots in a cup
Then we drink up, yup
Hold up, back up
Did you say that you and my dad were gonna hook up
Fuck this yute, send him to Mumbai
Put him in a zoot, after he die
Put him in a spliff and gc easy
GS got the drum, not like Weezy
Your own boys don't back you
Imma have to smack you
Back your beef, got strap like a shhh
Call me Chief Keef, you the cunt that I don't like
Turnin' on flight mode, like Turner
I think imma bunn son, no burner
Never got safety on
Cuz my head too big like one
Workrate, workrate, what is your birthdate
You can get chinged so put on your breastplate
Calling my shoota' I'm calling my best mate
Ching in your chest you fall like a milk crate
Big up the opps and big up the mandem
Yeah we Shloink but we ain't a gang ting
Best believe still rise up my ying
Dashin' like Tay-K pull out the big ting baow
Suck on a cow
Like big Wayne say wow
Operate the ting with skill
Get shot with a bullet no bill
Fuck this yute, send him to Mumbai
Put him in a zoot, after he die
Put him in a spliff and gc easy
GS got the drum, not like Weezy
Your own boys don't back you
Imma have to smack you
Back your beef, got strap like a shhh
Call me Chief Keef, you the cunt that I don't like