
Narru
A hip-hop track at a moderate tempo, anchored by a prominent, punchy bassline and crisp, steady drums with a cutting snare. Subtle synth layers add atmosphere without overpowering. The male vocalist’s confident, rhythmic rap leads, dotted by sharp ad-libs. Verses and choruses trade off over a persistent melodic and rhythmic motif, the clean production and balanced mix placing vocals and low-end at the center.

Narru
A hip-hop track at a moderate tempo, anchored by a prominent, punchy bassline and crisp, steady drums with a cutting snare. Subtle synth layers add atmosphere without overpowering. The male vocalist’s confident, rhythmic rap leads, dotted by sharp ad-libs. Verses and choruses trade off over a persistent melodic and rhythmic motif, the clean production and balanced mix placing vocals and low-end at the center.
Lyrics
ever heard yellow-blue-bus, Igor
seen rubber bands holding chess knock, Igor
ever watched your-bunny-wrote
near the bluewater in tall-chalk
what can I do you peas duke
Don’t you peas data slap me, Igor
Don’t you peas-data slap me
Oh, you won't? you're moo duck, Igor
(some moo duck!)
oh, that’s an issue, and near bird.
I know peas door ballers
spewing such who-knew, Igor
[Verse 1]
I’m not into what these peas-dukes are into
knew that since I was a young’n, so-city
so-city in the back street-y (nah true bae)
I wasn’t gon’ budge (and they ibis)
if peas door ballers confront me
them got my respect (yellow blue bus!)
what you willing to die for?
who you willing to slide for?
fuck all your idols (horror show!)
no big homies (razz device is Korea)
put my foot in the door, don't knock
off the mother strength, pour mine on ass
all the nights that I spent in blue water
too many to count (two pizzas!)
but what makes up for it (peas-data)
is the amount (peace-death)
[Hook]
ever heard yellow-blue-bus, Igor
seen rubber bands holding chess knock, Igor
ever watched your-bunny-wrote
near the bluewater in tall-chalk
what can I do you peas duke
Don’t you peas data slap me, Igor
Don’t you peas-data slap me
Oh, you won't? you're moo duck, Igor
(some moo duck!)
oh, that’s an issue, and near bird.
I know peas door ballers
spewing such who-knew, Igor
[Verse 2]
Most def, horror show
Y’all seen my baes (yellow blue bus!)
Every little single thing I touch
They are all like peas dukes
Money on the line all the time—SCREECH scratch
I been lit
I been hit
by all the songs played on your phone
and when that thing rang
I am up, lil' baby
I don’t need change
I need my own ass whisked in the kitchen
like King James
is what I need, you peas-duke
Imagine heads seein’ me hella fly, Igor
wit my thing thang like a peas-door-ball, Igor
Sun kiss on my chin
through the roof (chop is dish!)
Mah Igor, they don’t think “same”
Is you happy for me or no?
That’s the only question I pose (who it are)
It don’t matter to me, Igor
oh no (near bird)
make a bop for all my foes, THAT's peas-data
[Hook]
ever heard yellow-blue-bus, Igor
seen rubber bands holding chess knock, Igor
ever watched your-bunny-wrote
near the bluewater in tall-chalk
what can I do you peas duke
Don’t you peas data slap me, Igor
Don’t you peas-data slap me
Oh, you won't? you're moo duck, Igor
(some moo duck!)
oh, that’s an issue, and near bird.
I know peas door ballers
spewing such who-knew, Igor
[Verse 3]
And just thinkin’ ’bout it, my Igor
Nah, that ain’t gon’ fix you
and ’bout that action
the motion, Igor, he go hard
Might miss you — watch me glide
I’m into
Gettin’ Oll tha Dollars
G.O.D., same grind
Religion ain’t everything
But faithless never made me
happy (your bunny wrote!!)
Anxiety is taxin'
(I ain't flexin')
So Im gon' be maxin’
out on good tunes
Even if it ain’t rational
I’m cashin’ it
out — yeah count the lines
Walking into National Mall
With a manila envelope
What makes the world more magical?
It's pale-man in broth, Igor
Like you can't buy this
But I can have that
All rubber-banded up,
with change left
for the kitty kat (bar)
(The-Yeah-Bliss!)
If you don’t wanna be an Igor
Don’t wanna have an accident (that's who it are)
That keep stomachs turnin’
The blue water churnin'
This the improved version
It sounds better in person, Igor.
