Song Lyrics:
Aye, aye Way too toxic
This nooo just a bag
Ngiphethe leya mpahla
Block to Block yeah we moving
Drip-drip juluka
Drip-drip
Aye Yila mpahla , moving block to block
(I say)
Aye Yila mpahla , that your honey want
Aye Yila maphla , Le bakhala ngayo
Le bakhala ngayo le bakhala ngayo
Its no water maybe soda maybe mageu
You don't cava
Assumptions Assumptions ? Let me fucking conclude
It is what it is until it is not
First things first shout out Trash T
Got me outchea
Ayyyyyee
No resting never khululeka around me
No surf board don't even come around me
Yeah we wavy came with the whole ocean we the plug
We the fucking plug
Pulling up with bags we trade like thugs
AYE YILE MPAHLA, LE BAKHALA NGAYO
AYE YILE MPAHLA, THAT YOUR HONEY WANT
AYE YILE MPAHLA, MOVING BLOCK TO BLOCK
MOVING THUG TO THUG aye
Moving moving moving
Shhhhhhhhhh
Fuck it and we back from an ad break I heard y'all been looking for me
I am the Boss I am the Vibe
Creamy- Creamy soda yeah I got the package!
Mpahla on mpahlas we not scared
No no no
Still on the come up ain't no rush just adrenaline flows
Also stealing and killing of the shows
Yeah we also ngozi deda wena phela uzo limala
Thina siza nje siyi Ngozi
Verse 2 (Kay Kalashnikov)
Impahla the package, still take your girl
Give a fuck y’all met since backpage
Prices gotta go up like a staircase
Yeah all of this drip take your daughter
Take her to the bando the slaughter
They say it’s cheaper to keep her
Fuck it I kick her out even though I can afford her
Go against me and Mageu my nigga
it’s gon’ cost ya
I fucked your bitch over and over but she won’t tell
I treat her good make her feel like it’s heaven on earth
But fuck like a demon I take her to hell
I can’t fuck with these and though we not alike
They still repel
Cause niggas like bitches they’ll go and tell
Do my biz with soda if not then it’s solo
Real niggas pulled up they pulling out they phones
You kno they tryna take a photo
Baby say ever since she met me she feel lucky
Bitch think she won the lotto
Won’t spend no money on no bitch
Got guala for drip
I run to the money I get checks
That’s why it’s Nike on my kick
Don’t play me my bro keep a blick
Jordans when I’m grumpy ‘make me jumpy
I need my mpahla don’t care if we friends
You just gotta pay pal (get it)
Impahla we drippin
Red carrot hoodie but I’m not blood
And I’m not crippin’
Heard you a cuffer that bitch ain’t for keeping
I’m with the human wave so it’s puddles when we walk
and none of us slippin’
Or trippin’