Churs
Daniel Plewa
Ahhhh
Marty
Marty Back at it Again
I do it again and again
Nah we don’t do no friends
I Package the pack in a box and then I just give it a send
We flippin the pack who need it the most
Movin that lifted it goes coast to coast
I got the terps and I don’t mean to boast
When we hitting the smoke
Yeah, we cheers like a toast
(Churs)
Marty Back at it Again
I do it again and again
Nah we don’t do no friends
I Package the pack in a box and then I just give it a send
We flippin the pack who need it the most
Movin that lifted it goes coast to coast
I got the terps and I don’t mean to boast
When we hitting the smoke
Yeah, we cheers like a toast
(Churs)
Oh you’re killing me smalls
Used to go move and flip pack in the halls
Now I’m just leaving your faces In awe
When Im all on the track yeah you know it’s a brawl
Daniel Plewa he blessed me with the beat
All I gotta do is just come with the heat
I’m new to the field
Let me lace up my cleats
While I’m handlin business
you sendin out tweets
Look at yo crew
That’s a dinner for shmucks
Get on the track
Marty fuckin it up
Know I’m from the mil
the home of the bucks
The brew is my crew
And we don’t like the cubs
Battle Royale we stay catching dubs
Smoking this sauce Ima leave you real stuck
Hide from the feds yeah you know that we snuck
All of this pack on plane yo shit yuck
Yeah I do this again and again and again
There’s really no need to contend
Why all of these people
they followin trends
I only rock customs by locals and friends
Don’t tell my mom
But I’m sorry I cussed
Mobbin with cronies
You know that’s a must
Spittin this ILL
Leave you in disgust
We getting this bread
And we don’t like the crust (nah)
Do it again and again
Whipping my wrist
Watch the terps as they blend
I brought the wax
Enough for my friends
The cronies gone dab
There’s never an end
Marty and bee and we done playing games
Killin this shit
And I’m not takin names
Pass me the mic
Cause Im bout to flame
Don’t come at me
You should stay in your lane
Do it again
Do it on the daily
I’m rocking these shows
And I’m making them pay me
I’m from Wisconsin
Home of the dairy
I Flew out to Cali
To kick it with Harry
(Harry Dabs)
Price of the sauce
You know that shit varies
Pass me the rock
Like a ball I will carry
Pull up with a mask not talking Jim Carrey
Send me the beat
And that track I will bury
Marty Back at it Again
I do it again and again
No we don’t do no friends
I Package the pack in a box and then I just give it a send
We flippin the packs who need it the most
Movin the lifted it goes coast to coast
I got the terps and I don’t mean to boast
We hitting the smoke
We cheers like a toast
(Churs)
Marty Back at it Again
I do it again and again
Nah we don’t do no friends
I Package the pack in a box and then i just give it a send
We flippin the packs who need it the most
Movin that lifted it goes coast to coast
I got the terps and I don’t mean to boast
When we hitting the smoke
Yeah, we cheers like a toast
(Churs)