Letras
Take me in your arms tonight
Somebody, take me in your arms tonight, yeah
Somebody, take me in your arms tonight
Cowboy spinner and I got it from a rapper friend
Same night, Folkz made it slap at them
He heard Chy Cartier's ad-libs, that's bap, bap and bap again
Since then, I ain't heard no chat again
Yo, this weren't no accident, I run it up like Mo Farah
You know, I go nala, I fill up this whole ladder
Sent the car to go grab her, wait, I'm 'bout to go madder
Bro don't do graffiti, but believe me, he's a known tagger
Running through these bands, need a bigger bucket list
I don't want no drama but won't hesitate to up the blick
Double M but nine double-M's when I stuff the clip
He'd still be alive right now if he just done this, that's insane
I done years on that blue mat, my back's in pain
This money got a hella niggas acting strange
Like, just because I rap now, the facts are changed
I still got packs of 'caine, still got waps for days
Still got jakes on my tail, I'm off the map with, shh
Still got tricks up my sleeve, might drop my track with, shh
And if you don't know my name then go and ask your bae
Twenty-five thousand if you want a verse
I don't want that slow shit, I want the one that skrrs
Bro, I brought my mum a purse, it came with her initials in
I was going servery, now it's five-star Michelin
Ayy, bro, you listening, you see how my shit glistening?
I'm Muslim but if he reaches for it then I'll christen him
Strip club, eating chicken wings, she told me to stick it in
The clip went viral like when bro and them was clipping him
I'm missing in the wind, I put my foot down
Was locked up, one hot meal, changed their outlook, nigga, look now
They threw the book at me, I'm getting booked now, I'm good now
Shut down everything then pushed out
Airport scanner and I got it from a trapper mate
Ran a few tests, now I'm patterned when I pack a case
Baby bells in the plastic but I ain't packing lunch
Upgrade the glee with the switch, call it Pack-a-Punch
Tryna write bars in the stu when I'm with Marnz
But cash wanna talk, trapper me, I can't help myself
Got M's put away, music can't put me on a shelf
Paranoid and on point, I love it, I've got mental health
Airport, diplomatic fast track patternings
My OG's are snatching souls, my YG's are snatching chains
Scrap the Golf, buy a pack, cunch time, catching trains
Had cream smoke to the chest or downtown smacking veins
We move random so there ain't no catching me
She's business based, selling pussy, me, I just smack it free
Before you put a wap down, you gotta go and slap a tree
And wartime ain't a joke so make sure you're stacking P