Letras
i was on the road making money i got a gal that be tryna tek buddy i can’t be outside look bummy i got a old ting i call her my mummy i be getting paid what’s funny im too cold while the suns still sunny she too sweet too sweet like honey my ex ting still says that she love me
if it ain’t rap or the trap im still gonna end up on the map i got thick jawn widda back got her tryna stuff packs in her bag my youngboys hungry for the cash man there always outside wid the cats but i can’t be with the feins all my life so im tryna make a killing of rap
i know i couple niggas loving capping you ain’t done that nigga stop acting rapping next mans life that’s a mad ting you ain’t talking the truth that’s a sad ting i’m 20man deep on gang ting still outside tryna get bank in and i can’t reply to indirects dem niggas lame no capping
baby come and bring me that bumpa 2 fine 2 fine what’s your number bumpa bumpa she wanna shake it make nigga wonder cool nuh cool nuh shawty coming hot like sauna i’m the guy tryna spoil someone’s daughter now she coming wet like water
i be in the club wid gyalie wid a couple man couple baddies i need 10/10 baddie from manny but im still bussing shots to sally now i got step out wid bally airforce 1s and a tracky but i need a tennese like danny but its hard knock life like annie
if ain’t about money stop talking im on dnd why you calling i might pick up your gyal like a fork cliff tryna lotion this ting in shoreditch don’t step to the gang that’s a caution you can’t talk carh the mandem are born lit better watch that tone that a warning my south jawn gimme neck in the morning