PITCH BLACK

Chorus:

I just whipped up in my crib, my kitchen potent foggy,

Had a few bitches hold my stick, I use their crib I’m sorry,

I’m cooking this shit & I pour, I got lean in my draw, I was high off a olly,

But i still keep dat shit solid, dare a soul try rob me,

Comprising wit dis on me,

I got bells they ringing from me,

I just dropped him outta colly,

Show you how to use this brolly,

Take trips wit ounces on me, we get tapped in properly,

I still business wit these **** outta city shopping,

Countless times I got it poppin, tracker on him when I come out by his wheel we outside watching,

I can’t believe dat shit was wrong,

You left no option,

Pull up my sleeves, dumpers on him, leaping I got him,

Took it OT & I brought guns,

can’t find one I’ll sort one,

I been ontop of dis all month, fuck up the trap I leave crack into sawdust,

Coach trip take 9 hours I was young, I was on my own,

Broke down a 9 on the table top, rocks on rocks, new stones,

19 years later brick in a car, I got 2 homes

I been making moves to make shit move n overflow,

I can’t put down my drink I like dis sweet just like my hoes,

You won’t ever know won’t never know,

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Chorus:

I just whipped up in my crib, my kitchen potent foggy,

Had a few bitches hold my stick, I use their crib I’m sorry,

I’m cooking this shit & I pour, I got lean in my draw, I was high off a olly,

But i still keep dat shit solid, dare a soul try rob me,

Comprising wit dis on me,

I got bells they ringing from me,

I just dropped him outta colly,

Show you how to use this brolly,

Take trips wit ounces on me, we get tapped in properly,

I still business wit these **** outta city shopping,

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Verse 2: CITY

I just whipped by the window think them neighbours saw me

Just to get these tops one’my **** got a doc by the sea like balamory

I been trapping I’m sorry my darling ain’t seen You I know that u want it

I could get in your yard no Don’t need no warrant

Take some notes if We robbed u before

I swear I got game like LeBron

Got a shawty who’ll line You for Yours and She’ll act like she never knew

Im up in the morning

My line my alarm

I know what I’m doing

I’ll tun up your town and turn off ur phone

See I fw retro cause I know he on what I’m on

It took me ages to get on this verse cause I been in cunch

I bag up a 9bar hit the stu and I got some more bars tho

My nig behind bars bro

Yh The judge gave him 9 but he gone do halff

You’ll catch me in London bro

I trap on a corners tho

But don’t try to find me thooo

I’m tryna round em up

I’m sitting counting upppp

But I think them neighbours saw me

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Chorus:

I just whipped up in my crib, my kitchen potent foggy,

Had a few bitches hold my stick, I use their crib I’m sorry,

I’m cooking this shit & I pour, I got lean in my draw, I was high off a olly,

But i still keep dat shit solid, dare a soul try rob me,

Comprising wit dis on me,

I got bells they ringing from me,

I just dropped him outta colly,

Show you how to use this brolly,

Take trips wit ounces on me, we get tapped in properly,

I still business wit these **** outta city shopping,