BERTHA lyrics
by Gang Shloink
[Intro: Lil Bruh, Doormandingo & Crispy c*msock]
Gang Shloink baby
Yeah aight
You better respect this crypple
Bertha on the beat baby
C'mon bruh!
[Chorus: Lil Bruh]
Pull up on DeArti and I beat it
Slide, right into his mothaf*ckin’ dm (Slide, slide)
Pull up on your block and I beat it
Slide, from the am to the f*ckin’ pm (Yeah, yuh)
Go to Waitrose buy a Bertha and some juice (And some juice)
Mix with magic and it got me feeling loose (Feeling loose)
Man that’s lit we in a patch made of sand (Made of sand)
We got the gang so we got the upper hand (Upper hand)
[Verse I: iCue & Le Blaque]
Yuh, big Bertha on the beat (Bertha, Bertha)
Pour the liquor in and mix it with your wrist, jungle juice is kinda sweet (sweet, sweet)
Don't use it as a bin or I'll punch you with my fist (fist, fist)
You'll go on Santa's naughty list, you're a b*tch
Spray paint a massive hog on the side
You tried to abide by the rules, we are fools
But its fonny, ain't got jewels or no monny, I'll punch you in your tommy (monny, tommy)
Add some sour worms, come to terms with the germs
Microman drinking out of Bertha, call it Chum Bucket
DeArti drinking out of Bertha, call it c*m bucket
Come buck it like a horse, opps call them whores (whores)
Lil Bruh speaking fax like its Norse, go hoarse (hoarse)
From the liquor, plus Shaylin is my n***a [Bruh!]
I promise, I said neighbour, I'll get a saber
If you call me racist, no basis, come drink out of Bertha (yuh, yuh)
Or you're racist, big Bertha on the beat b*tch (yuh, gang, gang, shnoogidy shnook)
[Verse II: Lil Bruh]
Pull up on your block and I beat it
How I slide how I glide, DeArti lemme see 'em
What’s cookin’ good lookin’ and I reel 'em
How I’m hookin’ GS bookin' why the f*ck you overlookin’
What’s poppin’ GS boppin’ chart toppin’
Goin’ shoppin’ just put a sesh in my f*ckin’ stocking
How we do it you ain’t done it, get some slurp in my stomach
My IQ is overrunnin’, but I’m still kinda cunning
Can’t let the beef get cold where’s the meat? (Where’s the meat?)
And I’m talkin’ my sh*t let it eat (Let it eat)
I feel like Angie, I love a chunky
I’m talkin’ Art, not a monkey
Qusay the big dawg, the head honcho
But I keep a f*ckin’ AK in this poncho
And I’m talkin’ big sh*t this a hit
Man you know what the f*ck is goin' on
[Chorus: Lil Bruh]
Pull up on DeArti and I beat it
Slide, right into his mothaf*ckin’ dm (Slide, slide)
Pull up on your block and I beat it
Slide, from the am to the f*ckin’ pm (Yeah, yuh)
Go to Waitrose buy a Bertha and some juice (And some juice)
Mix with magic and it got me feeling loose (Feeling loose)
Man that’s lit we in a patch made of sand (Made of sand)
We got the gang so we got the upper hand (Upper hand)
[Verse III: Doormandingo, Crispy c*msock & Lil Bruh]
Sitting on the sand with a bucket
No drinking no beer, no f*cking Pawtucket (Grrr, Yeah aight)
I'm with Chris, no Griffin, smoking red no Trippie (Momma)
I got Bertha all f*cky how I'm sippin' (Ruff, ruff)
Doormandingo spitting fax with the lingo
Getting all f*cky Imma waddle like I'm Pingu (Skrrr)
Pouring liquor in the bin, no gin
That's a win, no Lin, my twin, watch Angie come in
[Verse IV: Impostor Angie & Nayjaids]
Thanks for introducing me, abusing me
Seducing me, confusing me, amusing me (Ha ha ha)
Mixing Magic Moments with the Mongus
Crunchy, munchy, whole lotta sand on my chongus (Ew)
Copping a croissant get banned
Gotta head out to the sand with the seshy in my hand
Stalking snoot on a Snap map, slurp in a backpack
Think I need to backtrack, seshy in his toecrack
[Chorus: Lil Bruh]
Pull up on DeArti and I beat it
Slide, right into his mothaf*ckin’ dm (Slide, slide)
Pull up on your block and I beat it
Slide, from the am to the f*ckin’ pm (Yeah, yuh)
Go to Waitrose buy a Bertha and some juice (And some juice)
Mix with magic and it got me feeling loose (Feeling loose)
Man that’s lit we in a patch made of sand (Made of sand)
We got the gang so we got the upper hand (Upper hand)
[Outro: iCue & Crispy c*msock]
Ok that's it, that's it
No, put the whole thing
No, not the whole thing. The last part has gum and dust
Let's fill it, let's fill it
Look at the dust man
Who cares?