Letras
AY I SWEAR FERMZ AND RENZ PATTERNED THIS!
"If Im Lying Im Flying!
Dri Fit with the Asics
Street nigga with style and class
Bun mans rass petrol bath
Still thank God that I come this far
Nardo pulled up in a German whip
We was telling these hoes yo Guten Tag
Look at the stars me in the car
Handting cost me a leg and a arm
Ankle socks I'll do it with flair
Stop music go grab me a pump
Stop music make the trap line jump
Not my fault I'm a rising star
Bad bs take dick in a Premier inn
My New York babe say Yo My Heart
Ride it fast she eating carbs
I popped me a pill like tonight is ours
She wanna date go Notre dame
I did Morleys not Park Chinoi
French tip nails put that on my lap
Feet in my mouth never did no harm
I heard you diss LOL Ha Ha
Yard gyal bad wanna smoke Za Za
Cougar hoe wanna call me childish
Baby I grew up with no father
I'm a REBEL!
And my young G's too can't stop them taking kettles
Fuck boujiee hoes with 2 braids
She don't care if it's ME or Nettles
Shout bro for the brand new whoosh
Like no way can this beef get settled
Make the Bad Bs scream out Yeah Yeah
Sorry your not on my level
Pray the paigons die so Yeah Yeah
I'm gripping the heavy metal
I aint got guys and they aint got me
Put 2 young boys in the back of the Renault Word
More than live just gimme the word
Word Thank God that my Life is changing
Guys in my hood want me on the curb you know
Put your hand in the air if your making bread
You make no pounds so put that down
She don't care if its me or Nemzzz
She want rap boy wid a London style
I don't care if its you or your friend
I say drill now best get dat
Im still loading not got in my bag
Now that Im lit no fucking around