Cups, boiling water gave smoke to the ceiling
Beatulia so hits the temple and knocks knuckles down with knuckles
You wished me all the best, brother, and look, I could
But I'm also in da hood, but I'm also from da block
And when bro bro lowers his native array
We will do as loudly without asking anyone
A rhyme full store eu on my ointment all
Music is not for the lava for my brothers and sisters
And hands are higher in the ceiling, but higher in the ceiling
And I dragged you rap
We need a shot, we need a bass that’s bold,
Take as much as you think necessary and a little in reserve
There is a glow in the area, music to all the shores
Come on bro, pile on, let's bro pile on
You pin the whole district, come on bro without a pale
Chorus:
All my niggas whatasapp
Hands to heaven, hands to heaven
All my niggas whatasapp
Hands to heaven, hands to heaven
All my niggas whatasapp
Hands to heaven, hands to heaven
All my niggas whatasapp
Hands to heaven, hands to heaven
Verse:
This stuff is fat like biggie
Fell stacks like Stephen Sigle
Hey da hana hey,
But we twist this bitch into a blunt no matter how much he jumped
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Left, right if shakes wildly
Pomegranate eyes, indigo sky
Catch the amigo crab.
Chorus:
All my niggas whatasapp
Hands to heaven, hands to heaven
All my niggas whatasapp
Hands to heaven, hands to heaven
All my niggas whatasapp
Hands to heaven, hands to heaven
All my niggas whatasapp
Hands to heaven, hands to heaven