Letra

Answer no question Touch me, I'm tryna touch skin Uh Yo Mm, mm, mm, mm, yo (hello Gursevak) Stepped in, just my darg and my bredrin And we ain't answer no question Touch me, I'm tryna touch skin G Ramsey, the chef's in Left, right, before the feds spin I cook crack, make your head spin I got it that I need some fresh cling And some more bags, I break a raw slab My cats' my biggest fans cah they want more raps I swear I'm with some killers and they're all tapped I mean I'm with some drillers and they all trap I just wanna hit the belly, no core abs Yeah, she pretty but she all back I fuck her once and never call back Nowadays, I think I'm all that I'm Bobby Lupo, I'll get 'em all whacked Just forget about it, watch me double-count it I got beef in the streets, I never step without it Shit I been dope boy fresh from a teen I swear I owe my success to a fiend I gave my whole life to the streets Then the streets went and gave about ten to the Queen I put my head on the map, an armeen Cah shit could be worse, you nah-mean? Corner for a verse, you nah-mean? I said corner for a verse, you nah-mean? That's 20 on the breakdown Trappin' ain't dead, it's just got a bit bait now Still I got 'em kway bound I'm smokin' on this girl scout tryna block the world out I said I'm tryna block the world out I'm callin' shots like Anthony Soprano My gun's Russian but my kicks Italiano Amiri, Dolce & Gabbana, not Ferragamo I pull up on your block, it's a car show Middle finger to the narcos, I'm Gustavo, head honcho This a whole brick, that's a half O, you little arsehole Jailhouse, I had breeze without the barsto, word to Marlow '06, it was bando up in Harlow Now this Givenchy got me feelin' picture-perfect like Da Vinci I'm Leonardo, I mean Leonidas When I was young, I had one bag of misguidance Always had a clean heart, want to split fivers, had to dip sirens Had me in the crime court, that's a stiff silence Drivin', no license, and I'm on license, and I'm on violence So when I tell you, "Don't move," I want compliance Cocaine and ammonia, it's just science Shit When I tell you, "Don't move," I want compliance Cocaine and ammonia, it's just science
Writer(s): Gursevaqk Singh Kalsi, Jamel Bousbaa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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