Letras
Real rap, I can sell a brick, I can sell a verse
I can sell a song, sell a zone, I can sell a bird
No bap, I can sell a brick, I can sell a verse
I can sell a song, sell a zone, I can sell a bird
Snowstorms or sandstorms, I got the both patterned
Check my rap sheet to my raps, I don't do no bappin'
Love yours, stack yours, and do your own damage
In the hills, with my ski, and we're snow trappin'
High as hell, I look like a Jap, I'm stuck in the mud
I pour the lean, throw in the ice, and double the cup
Kettle water, yola and carb, its bubbling up
I blend the b, throw in the mix, and double the drugs
The fanta couple pound, till I went and put the muddy on it
On the ball, hitting corner shots, call me Curry on it
Blending up the boy I put a nina of the cutty on it
Swearing on your life, you wouldn't even put your money on it
Play the game, we playing dirty get you fouled out
Half crook try to play it crazy till he clowned out
He's just a joke like Peter Griffin
And this right here the belly, call me Cleveland in the Brown House
Yeah I sell dope to the dealers, and dope fiends
Blender gon wrestle the cane, Mick Foley
Plastic and I'm wrapping the curry, its like Roti
He said his dopes hot, its not, like bogey
I got a Makarov for my darg to sniff em out
We can do the war or the paper, so pick a route
Sand stepping like its Saudi Arabia, in a drought
Call me Trump, I got all this white, I'm in a House
Play the game, we playing dirty get you fouled out
Play the game, we play it dirty get you fouled out
And this right here the belly call me Cleveland in the Brown House
Care+ and the Phenny in a Fanta, this is proper lean
Not a fuckin stick or fuckin seed smoking proper weed
Syrup and the Cali got me buzzing like a honey bee
In Central London higher than the prices on the property
I just got a chicken of an Asian call it Jollibee
A brick of Zeze Mills a proper bitch I call it proper b
Throw it the blender, like my name, I'm gonna double G's