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Ayy, ayy (Free Clips) Ayy, ayy (Free S) Ayy, ayy (Free Scars) Ayy My buj runs black like Chyna (Black) And I got the light like Tyga (Peng) Whip that, use no bicarb (Nah) I'll make my man swim, no lifeguard I was so low, tryna sting me a nine bar (Just sting that) Now I've got more green than Hyde Park (Loads) They hate on DigDat First time I gripped that I was eleven (Boy) DSQ for my denim Shank on my waist, won't bend like Beckham (Ching) I wanna do his and hers (Like) But I can't find me a bae (Nah) I'm flying away Like Trap, got paper plans Fuck them bitches, I gotta get gwop first TSG tryna put us in vans If I get nicked, won't converse Don't say it's here where you got served Feds might stomp the yard And if I get nicked, won't snitch So I doubt they'll drop that charge Monday, my ting from Dubai And I got one in South, she's brown (Hmm, peng) I'm out in the town My young boy fly it, he's flying back 'round (Ay, come here) And Shankz got best of both On the M way, let him get shit sold He's tryna make 'caine turn rock So he might not roll if I get a big show But broski went O too, put on his sim, made like three (Ayy, ayy) I got my ex so I'm vex all the time I don't ring back when she's tex'ing my line Caught a Section 18 with a fifteen inch Left that road lock arff Bro had it out but the ting did jam Lucky that corn didn't pop off Feds at my yard in boots 'Cause I had super drugs (Drugs) Now I need some links I'm not sure, who's got grub? (Got that) And I got a Rolex like Wiley (Buss down) When the cats bell fast, I'm doublin' (Brr) Bro, these teeth ain't tiny If we slap one, it's disturbing London (Bwoy) And she's still out with her ex But when we sex, she says she's mine (Liar) Two watches, I don't know which one tells that time (Hmm) Remember outside, I was rolling with stones Tryna beat all this rock (Tryna beat that) Answer my phone like, "wagwan miss?" (Wagwan miss?) I really wanna beat this thot (Mmm) When I walk past, they flick their weave Man do jobs like Steve (Do it) Deliver O's, break that prof', we just eat (Get Back Gang) Got soft in the pot, just boil it (Boil it) Grease that dots and oil it (Oil that up) I got slapped with thirteen years I was thirteen, read that on my toilet I don't rate them olders Hate on me 'cause I'm young and I get it (They're haters) Mad how I dicked her down Then I gave her back to her man like, "tek it" (Tek her) Got hoes tellin' hoes they're mine Then someone's lying, it can't be true (She's lying) Out late with men in black Made us wanna be bad boys too (Bad boys) Sent her shop for a rizla Make sure you get two packs and juice (Did you get it? Got it) Just got a location, bro I can't wait 'til I find this yute Long stick in the whip like Django Now I'm on the sat nav finding routes Shankz got rock, he don't sell herbo (Nah) Seven G's, he'll do three hundred I was in OT, never done F (Nah) But I still had to work these numbers (Work, work) And my next door was a Kit-Kat Telling me I'm too loud like carni (Shh) He said, just whisper Cah you might get caught with the smarties I ain't got a wifey, she just bops (Yuck, yuck) Comes 'round and teeths this lingo (Err) Do it up in a microwave, soft And make sure you open the windows That man looked like a fed And I served him, 'til this day, I wonder (How?) Now I'm giving them busy signal If I get shots on unknown number Cats on my line get cold feet So my young boy got shots in his sock (Got it) Bro got it in a pot, watch it sizzla He's tryna get this pack solid as a rock (Crack) Get a invitation (Get that job) No graduation, can't be stop (It's on) Bro just wanna pop corn, told them, Don't get your party shot (Don't do it) My man ain't been on nuttin' And he's been like that from a youngen
Writer(s): Harrison James Armstrong, Jacob Daniel Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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