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Yeah, yeah (Yo) Swifta Productions (Yo, yo) And it's the modern day mafia, shutting down the scene Pullin' up with some of the baddest you've ever seen And they don't want it with us, they just wanna be part of the team 'Cause we move kilos, kilos, we move keys High profile we never be low-key Built from the ground, we grew from an oz Kilos, kilos, we move keys I said kilos, kilos, we move keys I thought I'd hit 'em with something a little different I don't need your contacts cause I got 20/20 vision If I put the money down it means you deffo going missin' Come a long way from stood whipping in the kitchen Now I'm starting something different Bad is in the passé And I was on the road hoping to turn into a nacky When I, went through the door felt like my city didn't back me Now I see the younger niggas coming up and I'm just clapping 'Cah you got to pree the pattern Took off the door put it on the map Come back then I passed the baton What they sayin' now doesn't matter 'Cause I went clear back in '015 so I don't watch the chitter-chatter Now I feel like an El Chapo Sittin' in my cell raggo When it gets to twelve I know I'm about to bail Even though I'm sat in jail I still got the yay for sale I don't know about the news 'cause I don't watch the Daily Mail Check this one, I got the B Malone face put in the bustah I'm Escobar just to set the pace We used to pour the brandy on the road to wash away the pain But I've stopped crying for my cuzzy cause he's in a better place Tell 'em, I want it bank transfer when they payin' 'Cause I'm sick of all these stacks just sittin' in the safe They'll have to bring the chopper out if I decide to take chase Cause I'm in supercars now and nobody can relate And it's the modern day mafia, shutting down the scene Pullin' up with some of the baddest you've ever seen And they don't want it with us, they just wanna be part of the team 'Cause we move kilos, kilos, we move keys High profile we never be low-key Built from the ground, we grew from an oz Kilos, kilos, we move keys I said kilos, kilos, we move keys You know I get it how I get it, nothing more to be said Turn into a young boss I'm doing more for the bread More money more fame, it's just more on my head And I'm hungry so you better put more on the cheque Realest rapper in the game someone tell me otherwise Never spat a lie, don't compare me to no other guys They ain't got a vision man are blind is like they shut they eyes Gotta play position in this life and then you up ya price I'm just tryna drop a couple gems Had to grow a pair of balls and go drop a couple friends I swear to God everybody loves you at the start But we'll see how many people really love you in the end Cause they see eatin', get jealous and wanna turn their back Fuck 'em then it's nuttin', leave the bridge and get to burning that Got 'em stressing they hate me because I'm earning cash Little pussy-holes make me laugh they come like burning mac Step with some bullets from the city full of cranks You know all the bad bitches are fucking with the Manc Man are flappy with the hand Think they're badder with a shank Had to smoke another spliff Then I bus' another skank Clique full of hits watch one and make it bang In my whip with a chick got my dick up in her plans but She can't be bae Not a chance, not a way That Aitch gonna stay Sorry, what can I say? And it's the modern day mafia, shutting down the scene Pullin' up with some of the baddest you've ever seen And they don't want it with us, they just wanna be part of the team 'Cause we move kilos, kilos, we move keys High profile we never be low-key Built from the ground, we grew from an oz Kilos, kilos, we move keys I said kilos, kilos, we move keys I'm like a drug lord, sitting with the plug talking money The way that I'm bringing all of this clothing into the country Wanna see the back of the lorry filled to the top With a little B. Malone stamp sitting on each box I got the cuff-links, waist-coat dickie bow-tie I'm in a three piece suit looking like a Frank White I take a bus through the mountains to the factory And I still represent the 6-1 that's the gang sign And it's the modern day mafia, shutting down the scene Pullin' up with some of the baddest you've ever seen And they don't want it with us, they just wanna be part of the team 'Cause we move kilos, kilos, we move keys High profile we never be low-key Built from the ground, we grew from an oz Kilos, kilos, we move keys I said kilos, kilos, we move keys And it's the modern day mafia, shutting down the scene Pullin' up with some of the baddest you've ever seen And they don't want it with us, they just wanna be part of the team 'Cause we move kilos, kilos, we move keys High profile we never be low-key Built from the ground, we grew from an oz Kilos, kilos, we move keys I said kilos, kilos, we move keys
Writer(s): Aaron Davies, Omari Mosi Wooley, Harrison James Armstrong Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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