Darling Pardon - Phineas, Bis, Zico

Not gonna lie I’m cross

Not gonna lie I’m cross

Cause they’ve got my friends in a box

Cause they’ve got my friends in a box

Not gonna lie I’m cross

Cause they’ve got my friends in a box

That’s a lesson learned, not lost

Told them clocks don’t stop

Still tryna sweep these opps

Driver stops

Everyone screaming Spartan

I don’t understand you ain’t a part of Harlem (gyal)

Know that we fly them Jordan, bros

No free man like Morgan

Darling Pardon, Harlem Spartans

We ain’t like them, they’re bastards

Splashes and mashers, 300 texts

Splash up a man, who’s next

Stepping

Man step on the block with weapons

Bellz up close, one shot get qweffing

Spartan or Ku man’s repping

Bro’ll ring on the trap and get bredrin

Bro K on the K so tension

For the vengeance squad, done vengeance

I’m Phineas trap, get bands

That know man’s stepped on the rave and tensions

Splash splash splash on the rave

Or bring out the smoke no questions

300 Spartans stepped on the block

Ten toes on the block with weapons

Feds locking my Gs in seconds

Still ride on the block, still stepping

How many times have my guys done wettings

No time for a boo, ay

Gyalie on me, but the Spartans rude

Bad b tryna be Spartans too

Caramel skin, got lighties too

Brown and peng she’s looking all cute

Uh, uh, you say you got smoked and shoot

6 man left in the Spartan crew

5 man stepped on the block, where’s you?

4 man dishing serving up food

4 on 5 but they still got chewed

2 man up still splashed that yute

1 man up, he still got 2

It’s Harlem b, get paid in full

It’s Harlem b, get paid in full

Not gonna lie I’m cross

Cause they put my friends in a box

That’s a lesson learned, not lost

Told ‘em the clocks don’t stop

Still tryna sweep these opps

Driver stops, 2 six tops they’re off

Man’s tryna ducking, no toss

Opps tryna get that boss

Get him gone

Hit jump out I’m gone

If we get a drop on the box that’s gone

Back to the trap, generate some prof

Tell a girl, hold this gwop

Yeah she’s feelin' my song

She might as well hold this mop

She brown and cute but I might want a caramel one

Now look what the caramel’s done

I don’t really know about guns

Then I bought a rambo

Dishing on blood

I ain’t in bish, tryna get a man bun

Soon as he steps on his mum

Sav with a cutter gotta push a man’s mum

Got him like damn

Damn, what a selfish son

Run, run, run

Run out of breath, get done

Run out of breath, get done

No social don

Watch all the tweaking and snitching

Like all the social’s long

Get round we’re Harlem Spartans

Sams in a fuck off dotty

Free Ty yeah he banged that shotty

Dumb jakes tryna bag my squadie

Got bells on the ride, that’s noddy

Still ring bells, Bellz still sinning

Opp bird, no crumbs, no pigeon

Get bread, that’s thumbs and digits

Brown peng, my bro just spin it

Same with the opp, just U it

Kenny bop and just do it

Seen with your olders, your whole day ruined

Opp boys tryna get me down, yeah he blew it

Had me a honey on the run

Even made him run with his dawg

Run Forrest, run

Them man snaked us, man they suck

He said he did it for blood

Fam, who said he’s rude, he’s an evil dude

If I’m rolling with Latz

And I got my splash

There’s how many more

Doing what we do

Jugg and bang, you know how we do

Harlem boo, get cash with my splash

No I won’t lack, even though they run from man

But, there’s always a button pusher

And I’m ready for the but and Pusha

No talk right here, I’ma teach him

It’s Sparta bitch for a reason

The opps do fast the dot dot ting

It ain’t long enough to reach him

But Max is Flash, and we try dash, so let him hold the thing

Dash or let him hold the thing

It jams then Spartans splash and ching

Let my niggas out of the bin

Take my niggas out of the bin

Everyone screaming Spartan

I don’t understand you ain’t a part of Harlem (gyal)

Know that we fly them Jordan, bros

No free man like Morgan

Darling Pardon, Harlem Spartans

We ain’t like them, they’re bastards

Splashes and mashers, 300 texts

Splash up a man, who’s next