Sancho

Yo Oi Look Oi Me I got P's in a bank bro Trap out a doss ken, this int a bando Breaking a key into half O's Me and my G's come kick it like Sancho Me I don't need no fans no Me I got fiends, go bleep on my trap phone Man chat loads when they at home See em on' street, they ain't got no back home I be with the G's in a screeve and we picking up speed Down a back road, smoking on fat cones All we do is slang O's, stack loads Smash hoes, bankroll's looking all mad bro Got bitches on my line, got bitches on the side Got bitches that'll blow you for a bag bro I just pull up like qué onda vato? Ya bitches just they ain't all that tho Ya got bitches but them galdem jazzes The mandem ran through them like Pele Ain't nothing that a man could tell me I do my own thing, them man are beggy Got a couple gypsy boys there ready Shout out Miley, L and Creddy Shotgun shane put twenty on a fezzy Can see the arse sag cause the weight to heavy Woah, woah Said the package so big that it slump down Yeh I'm the hood tryna hunt pounds Ya think I give a fuck bout ya bust down? Nope Talking behind my back, got a hunch now But they all gon' hush when I come round Lil pussyo stuck at his mums house Them boy there chat but them just fakers I been and hit a lick in ages You ain't ever had to go dash your trainers Go and replace em' Me I'm tryna stack these papers But out on the roads man it's cold If ya wanna stay safe then you gotta stay dangerous Me I got P's in a bank bro Trap out a doss ken, this ain't no bando Breaking a key into half O's Me and my G's come kick it like Sancho Me I don't need no fans no Me I got fiends, go bleep on my trap phone Man chat loads when they at home See em on' street, they ain't got no back home I be with the G's in a screeve and we picking up speed Down a back road, smoking on fat cones All we do is slang O's, stack loads Smash hoes, bankroll's looking all mad bro Got bitches on my line, got bitches on the side Got bitches that'll blow you for a bag bro I just pull up like qué onda vato? Ya bitches just they ain't all that tho Nah, the bitch ain't shit man I'd probably just dash that How u man talking that greaze when you ain't on shit Man you just get laughed at Like how you gonna act bad, living at ya mams gaff, living off ya dads cash? Huh Nah ya don't trap trap, you just wanna rap raps acting like a bad lad But you ain't got one bone in ya back Ya done told, you're a rat Now the road's will know that Aye, told my bro go and hold on to that While I go to this lass, bust a load on her back like Grip and hold on her ass, she be moaning and that while I roll up my grass Tell a how to relax, going home to my pad Then you know it's wrap like I been feeling pretty lost in this fast life Man of God but I've never been baptised I be going off like a flat line And when you hear that I dropped you know it's that time Know it's that time Got a mad mind Got some mad rhymes And I'm mad fly And I heard you had a plan but it back fired So you better say goodnight to the bad guy So say goodnight to the bad guy