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Steky Little bro said smash the booth the streets already locked Too late to pull it back now, the beats already dropped My shooters posted up, on nell lane with the semi cocked Sweets on sweets brudda don't get dropped Splashing outta water like, a fat kid did a belly flop Got baby movers in the team you can get your presi popped Coming through, with fire like Sheffield and the berry crop The chetes never far you, don't wanna get belly chopped We doing it for migz, little T already had racks On 24s night shifting with them mad packs Dry cooking coke, got the water doing abstracts Direct or landed I'm coming, with them fast tracks That's double vac pack for them cali kids Got big keys shooting of to, fans just smashing quids Tyler's in the club pissed up straight dashing kids Bobbies doing extra years, he's on the wing slashing kids Hold your head, I know it's long on the block Good coke in the pot takes longer, to lock The new tings got rubber n holes like a croc Fuck the judge my right hand, got domed in the dock All my shotters n robbers doing bird in the wok Brown N white G packs in the sock Got a brand new no 30 it's a stock Got birds flying rounds in the ends, you can call it a flock Doing it for M already had hundreds of racks Ask your main shotta, about junior Mums life already had hundreds of cats Bummy days no door, on my bedroom Wrapping up hundreds of wraps Four N a half nine bars, half a box N a box locking up, straight under the taps Double up double up, got cream locking up in the sink The phone was ringing, so much I couldn't even get time for food or a drink Bagging nine bars into two's, get it gone in a blink Still in this nike tech fleece Even tho I could buy me a mink Got triad Bitcoin links up in, San Francisco Call it mob ties with a chink My Pakistan plug, went from the dam to Dubai Shout out my link Still in this Nike tech fleece even tho, I could buy me a mink Doing it for M already had hundreds of racks Ask your main shotta about Junior Mums life already, had hundreds of cats Bummy days no door on my bedroom Wrapping up hundreds of wraps Four N a half nine bars, half a box N a box locking up, straight under the taps Doing it for M already had hundreds of racks Ask your main shotta about junior mum's life Already had hundreds, of cats Bummy days no door, on my bedroom Wrapping up hundreds of wraps Four N a half nine bars half a box N a box locking up straight under, the taps
Writer(s): Taras Slusarenko, Olu Baba Tunde David Finni Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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