Letras
Ay Tweeko mixed this, you know?
It sounds cold
If I crave it, I cop it
Bill up my rass, cling on, like I skunk it, smells
Get the grub, then lock it
I can't do three 5's for a 20s
Three for a 30 to better my pocket
Got this browning shaking her arse
My wap in her Bra, so you know mans got it
YD i'm the real hot topic
Gyal whine up your waist
TikTok it, then drop it
I don't know about love
In the trap I was making dough
You was at home trying to buss your nut
If 7 bands get put on your head
Young boys on the 'Ped
Trying to send man up
I'm a real top 'shotta like Tommy
But I revise when I buss my gun
I was 14 stealing 'Peds
I had no behaviour I did it for fun
Rev up the tyre on the pavement
There's no way that I'm trying to get spun
APR in my rearview mirrors
Fucking hell, wait the boydem come
De-camp that whip at the barbers
I'm charged up and I'm ready to to run
They know where I'm at
They know where I stay
Slap Three to the petrol station
Fill up the 'Dings with a mask on my face
No jokes, no games, can't be no delay
You won't even know who's who
When the Jakes slide through
And the Mac-10 sprays
They're pushing their mates
Some selfish yutes better back your blade
Like, you don't wanna see what I got in the duffel
Buck into me late night
Imma back my knife I ain't into a scuffle
Like don't ever try and get a [?]
Shh got bucked and he ate these knuckles
In the trap watch the YOLA bubble
On strips trying to cause some trouble
Lift up the Wap like a bad ones frontal
I got mine, and bros got his
So you know, it is what it is
Mummy hates the life that I live
But what can I say? I was born into this
UB in a buss-down
Press the clutch down
My rear lights 'gon shine like Veneers
With four Os in my bag like Audi
Little nigga lemme make it clear
And if you chat my name on the net
But you ain't got no bread
What the fuck you doing?
Bop through your ends on a baitface
I'm a baitface who the fuck you screwing?
And I ain't no killer, don't push me
Before your white T-Shirt get ruined
And certain man can't hit my spliff
'Cah I know that it's pussy they chewing
Phone at home that's Airplane Mode
YD said jump in the ride
So I jumped in the ride with nothin' but smoke
Big [?] get wrapped in my coat
I ain't inna no [?] trying to leave man soaked
Don't ask if it's, on my hip
Nigga you give me it then your bro will know
Fifteen inch or the twenty-two inch
Either way your [?] still holding a ching
Forget that passa I'm over with it
Fly pebs on the street, reloading a bit
And how could you talk on my name
When you're sat in the trap and your stuck on a Q?
Wagwarn for these new plate yutes?
Love talk 'bout trap but they made no moves
Blacked out bally'd up and we left no clues
Bang round shelly'd up 'till we get those yutes
You know that the gangdems litty
Pour me a cup then strap me a zoot
No space in the back can't roll with a broom
Bad ones love playing my tunes
Mind how you step when the gang cut through
Bad ones love playing my tunes
Mind how you step when the gang cut through