Welcome to the Wild - SL

Nigga welcome to the wild, Selhurst Road, where the goons be

Top of the road we catch them clowns, sweet one, tell her come right now

But she wanna tell me 'bout upsuh, 'bout upsuh, tell her come down town

Fat pack in the trunk, it’s kickin' prolific, they wouldn’t smell a man out

No way could you tell me 'bout drought, hombre, I got the maddest of loud

2−2's zeng on the twee, damn, twiss up, best fix up or you’re getting put down

But true say, the plug play games sometimes, got me feelin' foolish

Got me waitin' for time but that ain’t a drought my darg, that’s a minor

shortage

My nigga are you feelin' awkward?

The plug threw you the pack and I caught it

Now I’m sittin' in my gaff, hella ammi on my lap and it’s waitin' to get

transported

Get the amm' with the flave’s cah I love it, same way I get the ackee with the

salt fish

They don’t make no bread they’re bluffin', they’re in the bedroom tryna get it

all in

Done it all on my ones, no help bro, put em in the young G’s but it was the

wrong call

Try dash them the pack, yeah I try dash them the pack but them boy playin'

dodge ball

Other side stay steady with the long tool, niggas on S so I step with caution

She suckin' it off and she score pulls man I really wish I never have daughters

Vacant strip got me doin' up camp in the opp boy waters

Got me feelin' like a rasclart tortoise

I would’ve banged that mash, oh gosh them boy there fortunate

Yeah, yeah, yeah

She said she don’t trust me cah I might crush her heart

Darlin' move out my way I’m tryna' crush my bud

Here she goes like it’s too late to tell her don’t start

She asked me if I like her hair, I told her that I like my funds

Cah nigga I was brought up on that Selhurst block, kickin' ball with Dennis in

a Tottenham top

Circle get smaller and smaller, you know how it goes, nah I don’t trust a lot

Like I had my man saw him and they didn’t do shit, like that’s another one gone

That done ain’t my don, if he sees that don and don’t drop that don, oh gosh,

oh gosh

Yeah the pack came in, but it ain’t shit I do my job

En route to the wickedest bitch, and she roll with the wickedest flock

Man I know she a thot, bro tellin' me time will tell

Got me sittin' back like tick tock

Don’t ask how I slapped your bitch no rubbers, how you eat that apple pie with

no custard?

Bro’s on the opp block, do as he say so, if not, then he’s fuckin' up your

function

Not long ago we were playin with play-doh, now these big-packs come real pungent

I don’t know what games you’re playin', cock-block clown, I call obstruction

Big toys that are drillin' mans brain bro, nah B, we don’t take instructions

Like I be tryna' have a fiddle in the middle, while it was me I be gettin'

interruptions

Like when it’s you, you were never interrupted, she got booty full of corruption

Shit, I don’t mind I’m corrupted