[ Verse 1 : Kap Dog ]
Regardless the hardest script hits the frozen
I wake up to the crickets so i'm slowly zonen
To the black moon where the dust is none existant
I rip kick the b**h out to another district
Not the 12 or the 13th
It's the 66-6
You def !
Jam to the kap or hear this
Blaoooow !
Hang with juveniles, rugged wilds
We get downnn
f** yo pitty little styles
Lemme bust it
Crush it down like sheets of papers
Back up the funky majors, smack raps of flava
Like pak god
Pack packs of rigs
Cuz we that gore with black lungs
f** y'all, we that dumb, it's 'nough son
[ Hook : Kap Dog ]
From the other side were we from
Bringin' it back
Cuz we hip dip
Spit crack, where we at (x2)
[ Verse 2 : Kap Dog ]
Montreal city is where we f**in at son
Hol' up !
The bar is set to the wiggy sun dun
Pull up !
When you see the X comin' around son
Buck ! buck !
When it's Shabb f**in' around bum
Reminisce the high notes and the feelings
I (briidit) on ya stomach when you catch the feelings
So no more
Get around b**h, I got my bro-bros
My cholos
Northcoast is gettin pretty cold-cold
Stay inside but you'll still get hit
Try to hate me but you'll still get pissed
Cuz we bigger
Welcome to the junga, we gorrilas
Eatin' greener but we always getting meaner
Kick drops then the clock goes to tic-toc
I rip ya whole wardrobe you just coped at the thriftshop
Check me out !
Check us out we go hip dip-hop
But you know we just don't stop