Country Dons: Fire in the Booth

They're gon' hate to see you doin' something that they can't

And wanna be there at the finish, weren't there from the start

Girls say I ain't got no heart, I ain't Tony Stark

Bro fucked her with some change and I ain't trippin', ****, that's my dawg

Fans come for grub, that's two ways that I give 'em bars

We're chasin' pagans round the ends and playing bumper cars

My young boys'll ying you down, they don't know martial arts

My akhi bros are riding out on Eid, astafallah

My girl gets anything she wants, no, she don't have to ask

How's this dead ting talkin' rude and she don't have no ass?

We makin' money from the streets, we don't need no advance

We bring the snow into the ends, make it avalanche

I see the fear in 'em

My bro got 27 years, I shed a tear for him

He'll be a legend on the wing, just like Arjen Robben

Don't get it twist, 'cause where we from, we started from the bottom

Just pree how I'm comin'

And don't be thinkin' 'cause we're poppin', we ain't out here shottin'

My guys break bricks down every month, go and work the profits

My pagan's live's are shambolic, I'm just bein' honest

Still see 'em on the mains, put their face up on a car bonnet

They ain't nothing like my country dons, they're far from it

I'm in the kitchen whip-whippin' up narcotics

Girls see my pole, it makes them strip, they wanna dance on it

Course I got my bro, back then we was goin' halves on it

You know I'm fully gassed any time a pack lands

Started from the bottom to the top, I'm with my right hand

I found the right plan, I dish it out and stack bands

I still got my Akhis down to war like we're in Afghan'

And I'm connectin' all these bricks like it's Tetris

'Cause them boy rookie, in this trap game, we veterans

Came in through the exit, we leave through the entrance

That's racks in my mouth, but that's a different type of dentist

And let me take you back to where this shit started

It was a pack of haze, I turned it to a stack of papes

All I knew was vacuum bags, never had no-handed plates

I'm on a paper chase, I'll show you how to money-make

You know I'm trappin' hard, I pull up in the SVR

Dick her down at yours, she loved it, I ain't gotta take her Shard

My bro slap shells out the whip, like it's Mario Kart

And '014 lickin' shots like I'm Demba Ba

And I'm a trapper, not a rapper, I don't need no clout

Slim waist, big back, I tell her make it bounce

But never put a bitch before the lizzy, 'cause we love these pounds

I'm up and down, life's like a merry-go-round

Trap's so busy, my ****, I need a cat-flap

And if I catch a opp, I ain't loadin' up Snapchat

Cali in my zute, I'll be rollin' up a backstrap

And if my brother calls me, you know I'm gonna back that

Is she with me for the money, or is it for the fame?

Came out of the trap and put some diamonds on the chain

Trappin's in my blood, it's coursin' through my veins

Millionaire trap boy, just like I'm Bruce Wayne

Your girl's in my DMs, I'ma make her cum again

They've been sayin' that they Pop Smoke, they been bunnin' blems

Stab-proofs round here, it gets splashy

I'll put knife to flesh, so don't at me

I got nice garms, but I'm always in a trackie

I don't need a good girl, I'm tryna get a baddie

And if I get the drop, then we're rollin' to your addy

Driver skiddin' round like they doin' up a rally

Trapped in this game like Jumanji

Bro always double checks when I leave the house, I got it on me

Feds or these chicks tryna cuff me

And ever since I come up, all I hear is, "Can you bust me?"

He's got an X on his back, but it ain't off-white

I'm a crab in the sea, I'm a big great white

So much ice on my neck I get frostbite

Years on the curb, and now I live that boss life

We spend six figures on squares

Told them bitches to come in pairs

Them man are soft like gummy bears

Ain't many **** like me, it's rare

Like them creps, I take both pairs

She's talkin' mad, she'll soon get aired

Your line is damaged, it needs repair

Need a price, let's go compare

Hundred in jewels, don't need to brag

Bust that AP, this ain't no tag

Fully connected, don't get no lag

Opps run hurdles, they work at a track

If you heard about it, we did it

I really chat how I'm livin'

If you touch bro, I ain't forgivin'

Try tell him stop, but he ain't listen

My young boys on a mission

I push bricks out, full commission

I can't see no competition

Ten racks'll have you missin'

Times changed, got a pool in my yard

No construction, got bricks in the car

So much drip, could fill a reservoir

Meetin' my cats, no time for seminars

Eight bags on these stars

Got my tings, ain't gotta go hard

All from the trap, don't need an advance

She wants big boobs, I gave her implants

Served out of Blackbushe like I'm a trader

Middle finger to all my haters

Fuck the feds, they put me in the paper

Mess with my street bros and they will erase ya

Runnin' out of luck, I need a trip to Ireland

I tell my girl, "Go pack your bags, I'll take you round the islands"

They heard we was comin' to the booth and brought a couple firemen

I throw the plug a ten and say I need a ting that's silent

I get this guap, then milly rock, your city and my village locked

I know you like to flex a lot, my bros be in your chimney top

They didn't wanna pay the cost

Give out trappin', said it's long

My trap's jumpin', giddy up

Got Tinchy Stryder, feat Pixie Lott

Will they miss me when I'm gone?

I'm gettin' tipsy off the rum

They ain't got heart like Kevin, you silly

They ain't on no ride-along

And I know she bad as fuck

'Cause she like her titties sucked

Any time I got it tucked, she feel it when she back it up

I had to risk my freedom

They wanna be a boss, they don't know the meaning

Kitties fiendin'

If I miss that call, they movin' disobedient

Main road

Tryna count me cash, they'll have to hold a beating

I know I'm bait

Cut through with my rams, I know them boy are schemin'

Uptown, make her buss it down and spin it round and round

They bet against me

Now they're countin' on me, I'm makin' money now

I'm in the trap surrounded by some cats, but these ones don't meow

I took a L and I made it back, nobody helped me out

Fly brother like I'm Peter Pan

This ain't no Neverland

Cookies by the pack, these ain't no Marylands

I'm trappin' for them heavy bands

I don't want that bitch if she's on every man

Could tell you 'bout my life, you wouldn't understand

Or even comprehend, I'm on the strip, I've gotta blend

They took my ****, gave him ten

Country dons until the end

Family ting like fuck a friend

She's movin' mad, I'll fuck her friend

Throw a rack up on her like, "Go on then, buss it then"

And she keep tellin' me she love me since this rap shit

But funny that, she never loved me when I never had shit

And I can't entertain their beef 'cause them boy don't come match fit

Ninety minutes gone, three packs sold, that's a hat trick