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’