Letras
Real talk man I set 'dem trends in the ends
Got young Gs tryna be EN
I got links all over the UK, Europe
EN got too many friends
I got a few man that I wanna see dead
I don't give two fucks who you know
I'm the first out the dinger to rise that pole
Made Ps from the trap 'til the notes don't fold
Respect the gang or get poked
A few bags on my latest drip
And couple bags on video clips
I done a show Norway
I ain't done a show in ends 'cah the feds still watching
I made Ps and I took some losses
Fuck mans wife and I count my profit
I would chat to them
But EN don't wanna know runners, only bosses
I don't know why they giving verbal
Your boy got touched and you know who done it
Im in the ends, man I don't do running
They rapping good but they ain't on nothing
22 years old, I apply some pressure
My enemies calling me bro
I can tell that they ain't on smoke
They're gonna get popped, you know
Petrol bomb my clothes and throw my phone
It wasn't me
Latex on and latex off
That boy means nuttin' to me
Spend money on drip and war
For the family, for the cause
Spend money on drip and war
For the family, for the cause
Petrol bomb my clothes and throw my phone
It wasn't me
Latex on and latex off
That boy means nuttin' to me
Spend money on drip and war
For the family, for the cause
Spend money on drip and war
For the family
I don't know about sleep
I'd rather be rich and tired
I don't know about wifeys
'Cah too many girls are liars
Ain't nobody wanna know EN when I nearly got bagged for the (qija nanen)
Kto shqipes din ca luft a
Ju drithet kemba si kurva
I really don't mind for the passa
Devil in my ear with the wassa-wassa