Wheelie

We move like a mob how we run through the city (swear)

Organised crime but I ain’t from Sicily (swear)

She said that its tight, I’m like oh really (swear)

Said that they slide, I’m like oh really (swear, swear down)

My young boy he’ll jump on a bike & get drilly, (swear)

Popping a yute then he’s a popping wheelie (woi)

I bag it up shipping it kway (yeah)

Straight to your door, that’s with no delay (swear)

Barely got time to watch no anime

I’ve been hitting them sales I can’t take a break (24/7)

Selling white this ain’t rice, no uncle bens I served aunt may, (served aunt may)

The sun hit my watch (ching) you might go blind off the rays (woo)

Now she want link up & cool wit a killy

Said that she’s freaky, I’m like oh really (oh swear)

Offing her pant & she’s popping that pussy it’s gushy, almost tapped out like wussy (ay)

My exes keep watching I think they’re the feds (yeah, yeah, yeah)

They know I’m a shotta I’m pushing them meds (yeah, yeah)

Walk & you’ll live, talk & you’re dead (woo)

We move like a mob how we run through the city (swear)

Organised crime but I ain’t from Sicily (swear)

She said that its tight, I’m like oh really (swear)

Said that they slide, I’m like oh really (swear, swear down)

My young boy he’ll jump on a bike & get drilly, (swear)

Popping a yute then he’s a popping wheelie (woi)

Send a young boy on the ped & he’ll slap it off (woi)

Checking the price on a glock & a makarov

Swinging my chingers there’s blood (blood)

Got him down & he crawled like a slug (slug)

Back in the day in the back of the rave with D selling them pills till late (ching)

Now I got racks from the white girl stashed with a white girl but she ain’t my girl (racks)

Hold me down & I’ll make her a fly girl put her in Christian Dior (Christian Dior)

Dior on my feet moncler on my back, (ay) that’s curtesy of the raw (raw)

Racks long so I step wit bravado

I can ship tops & bottoms in cargos (woo)

Got links for the loud like narcos

Who want smoke got me feeling like nardo (whistle)

We move like a mob how we run through the city (swear)

Organised crime but I ain’t from Sicily (swear)

She said that its tight, I’m like oh really (swear)

Said that they slide, I’m like oh really (swear, swear down)

My young boy he’ll jump on a bike & get drilly, (swear)

Popping a yute then he’s a popping wheelie (woi)