Lyrics
(Symo)
Introduction of the artist, Symo.
(Haha)
Expression of amusement or laughter.
(Symo!)
Reiteration of the artist's name.
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Repetitive sounds, possibly indicating a rhythmic or musical element.
Riding round the city with my goons up to no good
Driving around the city with friends, engaging in questionable activities.
Ashton Martin, drift it off the lot and the dash wood
Driving an Aston Martin, emphasizing wealth and luxury.
Power aura, try to match it, man, you wish you could
Boasting about a powerful aura that others envy.
Pourin' up the Wock', I'm to the side just like a crashed car
Drinking Wockhardt (codeine cough syrup) on the side, like a crashed car.
Hang 'round with a white bitch, she loves yola more than her mom
Associating with a woman who prefers drugs (yola) over her mother.
Icing on my wrist, I'm staying frosted like a Poptart
Displaying expensive jewelry and staying fashionable.
Drained out, with my sewer clique, we too damn hard
Feeling drained but resilient with a tough group, the "sewer clique."
Oou yah, ouu yah
Chorus emphasizing toughness, resilience, and rising from difficult circumstances.
Pop out with a shooter, shooter
-You don't know the maneuver, 'neuver
-Pack smelling like manure, nure
-You saying that I knew yah, knew yah
-I ain't the kid you knew bruh, knew bruh
-I came up the sewer, sewer
-Then blew racks at the jewelry, jewelry, huh, huh
-I just wanna po' up with my brodies and forget y'all
Expressing a desire to relax with friends and leave behind past worries.
Member stressing over everything and then I made it stop
-Shorties couldn't phase a buck, give no fucks about a broad
-Only tryna get some FaceTime, shout out Steve Jobs
-Cheese steady coming in, feel like I'm in Wisconsin
Describing a steady income and criticizing someone's fake style.
Pop out fitted like a supervillain for a damn jog
-Yo drip is so fake, you step out wearing a goddamn mirage
-Just cracked a new seal, real real Wockhardt
Opening a new bottle of Wockhardt.
I don't wanna go out just like this (nah)
Resisting societal expectations, following personal goals, and seeking excitement.
My baby told me I'ma be the shit (ok)
-My momma told me stick right to the script (ok)
-My body telling me let's make it lit (woah)
-I count up, count up, count up, addition (fttt, beep)
Counting achievements, turning obstacles into successes, and doing it all for the clique.
I done turned a zero right into six (present day)
-That's millis in bank like real quick (present time)
-I do it all just for my fucking clique (hahahaha)
-Huh, huh, huh, huh
Repetition of earlier themes, emphasizing the resilience and strength of the "sewer clique."
Riding round the city with my goons up to no good
-Ashton Martin, drift it off the lot and the dash wood
-Power aura, try to match it, man, you wish you could
-Pourin' up the Wock', I'm to the side just like a crashed car
-Hang 'round with a white bitch, she loves yola more than her mom
-Icing on my wrist, I'm staying frosted like a Poptart
-Drained out, with my sewer clique, we too damn hard
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