[Intro: NVSA]
Stepped out on wild adventures
Me and my young boy Rick and Morty
(J-J-J-Jester made this)
On the M-way, wan' war off 40
Got the Dodge Excise movin' naughty
(Ay, Wamsz, this is hard)
Tripped up, got birded
Read my rights and the time I'm servin'
In jail mode doing insurgents
I ain't no gov boy, I ain't no servant

[Chorus: NVSA]
Look, they ask why I dance like this
Cah, I was in jail with the mandem
Broom in my hand tryna vibe and twist
And, I was out sweepin' landings
Creepin' in, I got a minimum gang ting
And I don't care if my man's sleepin'
Put him on the seat and the mandem bankin'
Look, barricaded in my cell, cah PST givin' me hell
Huh, gotta use shelves and bunk beds
Library books and the creasе as well
In jail, that's hell, huh
Know I had mine on mе and I kept them twinnin' like Siamese
Got spun, got IIPs
Say they bagged man's mash, didn't find my weed
[Verse 1: NVSA]
Invasions like UFOs, if it's in my sight then it's gotta go
No we ain't comin' in peace, still come with a piece
Tryna live like aliens
Don't know why that block vacant
Someone tell me 'cause I need to know
Are they at home doin' bae and Netflix?
I don't see them when I'm doin' road
Like huh, tell me why they move like that
Like Superman, it's all mad 'til we move on man
Feds see us and they put their mask on
Tryna play hero cah that dude's khalas
Callie, callie, I love my chargies
Woody or anti, I'm way too charged up
Wallahi, we don't stall like car keys
Really had the stick in twist and stutter
Got buttons and them man runnin'
This carbine like kryptonite
From a young age my bro's been sinnin'
We stepped out twinnin' with kitchen knives
These opps like dads, ok they strapped up
But they ain't usin' their things properly
Confident, I'm full of myself
When I was in OT, they called me Bobby

[Chorus: NVSA]
Look, they ask why I dance like this
Cah, I was in jail with the mandem
Broom in my hand tryna vibe and twist
And, I was out sweepin' landings
Creepin' in, I got a minimum gang ting
And I don't care if my man's sleepin'
Put him on the seat and the mandem bankin'
Look, barricaded in my cell, cah PST givin' me hell
Huh, gotta use shelves and bunk beds
Library books and the crease as well
In jail, that's hell, huh
Know I had mine on me and I kept them twinnin' like Siamese
Got spun, got IIPs
Say they bagged man's mash, didn't find my weed
[Verse 2: Skengdo]
(Vibe, vibe) Vibe and twist, yeah, that be the mandem
Opp boy puttin' on me, tuna in sock and get to the crashin' (Crashin')
Life is fucked but I can't get rubbed and the jakes nick me for a mad ting (Ah man)
Free all the Gs locked up in the slammer
All of them doors keep bangin' (Free 'em up)
Let me show you how quick I switch
Put your hands on bro and I'm fuckin' spazzin' (Spazzin')
Guys tellin' me that I'm stubborn
Don't ask why I dance like that
Got a ting on my hip and it's known for cuttin'
Man don't ask where you know me from
'Cause you know who I am and you ain't on nuttin' (Nuttin')
Should've seen how quick I flew out the whip and dashed and I still got bagged
Now it's lookin' like Induction Wing
Police station and the Serco van (Ah man)
JaySlapIt asked if he's an opp man
Gave him the green and he got banged
The east side Gs phone one of the members
Gave him the green and the boy got stabbed (Haha)
And I heard it was mad (Mad)

[Verse 3: AM]
Dunno why they wanna see me on landings
Cases pending, free all the mandem
Bruck that, back that, put it in action
Whip, whip that, give me a fraction
And they had me in the cell not batteries
Back that heater, let it burn like calories
Ting might cough, ain't got no allergies
Run up, bow, take man's salary (Grrrr)
Man don't respect chat, man respect heart, money and waps
Why you think I step with suttin' that bangs?
It's nuttin' like you, it's suttin' like man (It's suttin' like man)
Get 'round there and they ain't like that
Cah they back their phones and they move like fans
Jump out cars, see DD what? DD who? DD bangs
On the phone to bro and you know how that go
Could've been Marty, could've been Zanco
And he made more Ps in jail than when he was OT chillin' in bandos
And I heard that the boy there fruity (Uh)
So I'm out tryna split man's mango (Fuckin' hell)
And the food's on special delivery (Uh)
That's rice you ain't gettin' in Nandos
[Chorus: NVSA]
Look, they ask why I dance like this
Cah, I was in jail with the mandem
Broom in my hand tryna vibe and twist
And, I was out sweepin' landings
Creepin' in, I got a minimum gang ting
And I don't care if my man's sleepin'
Put him on the seat and the mandem bankin'
Look, barricaded in my cell, cah PST givin' me hell
Huh, gotta use shelves and bunk beds
Library books and the crease as well
In jail, that's hell, huh
Know I had mine on me and I kept them twinnin' like Siamese
Got spun, got IIPs
Say they bagged man's mash, didn't find my weed