Tactics

(M6) (Casper)

When we step round their set piece

I swear me and bro did tactics

Creased up 20s and 10s in plastic

Got dem in thick elastics

When we step round their set piece

I swear me and bro did tactics

Creased up 20s and 10s in plastic

Got dem in thick elastics

I was going sleep on a blue mat

Coming like I was just doing gymnastics

She was like, "Digz, how you do that?"

I'm young with a drip, not broke and average

But way back when I should have been home

I was in the alley with fiends

And you ain't got teeth in a pole

He's only got one like Nanny McPhee

Designer clothes, Italian jeans

Every day I'm happy, it seems

And I swear this bally was clean

Till I started to sweat, now it's damp off steam

I just sent it all up and came back down (Down)

Spend all of my worth on this dust

And now I'm gonna make back pounds

But if I put it all in a bowl

You know I'm gonna scrape that round

This leng ting callin' me bro

I told her to take that down

Mu-mu-mullah, mullah, cake, coulda, shoulda hit Jummah and prayed

Do street with my hood up in rain

Give lip, Air Max push foot up in face

And I still got this jooker in case

Them hookers, they just give brain

Mash work, go look up my name

Old school like Kunta Kinte

Wanna link plug, they hook up with bae

MM got the dark in wraps

Trap mash MK got cubba in flakes

My trees are black or blue, no chee

No door like the buder in bage

T.I., that's my broski, bloodline

On that I swear I'm gonna pull up on mains

I don't even want you to break it

Just taste it, now she's full up off brain

If I just back this ting then I might just wap it

And split man's face

Already told them why I can't rave

'Cause my blade sets off the detector

I just done a whole trip 'pon train

And I didn't even see the inspector

Why they always tell me I'm extra?

Why? 'Cause I'm bringin' up things I remember

Seen close friends turn to opps

That's a lesson learned, not a loss (No Ls)

Seen too many doors in the seg

I was all over the map

And so many times I hurt my leg just tryna kick open the flat

Now this side boo tryna be baby

How can you blame me if I don't want it?

Fresh fade under my hood and lately

Everything I smoke's exotic

Just scrape this bowl, let's lock it

I got a place you can go, why chop it?

But he ain't gonna bag it till later

The slates so sandy

I just got Brandy sand on the trainer

You know that paraphernalia

I used to make noodles in the kettle

Hard times didn't have a container

And I wanna put a ring on this money

That's if I could have married this paper

When we step round their set piece

I swear me and bro did tactics

Creased up 20s and 10s in plastic

Got dem in thick elastics

I was going sleep on a blue mat

Coming like I was just doing gymnastics

She was like, "Digz, how you do that?"

I'm young with a drip, not broke and average

(M6) (Casper)