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My favourite nitty's always coming short The one I hate scores the most My shawty talks the most Never sticking to a word If you've ever said you're smoking on a pack And your gang didn't drop that Then sorry, but you're nothing but a nerd They're saying "Clavish, you're the hardest" Tell me something I ain't heard Audi, Beamer, 'Cedes, Merc' Tell me something I ain't swerved I've burnt bridges with niggas I used to roll with everyday What, you think I won't do that for a box of yayo dirt? Sunday, I'm in the T But I should be in the church Tryna pray and seek forgiveness Cah I really put in work My nigga said he's got a drop I'm over there, don't say a word And if I get knicked, I know the ting, don't say a word I can sell lyrics now What's your budget for a verse? What's my budget for a burner? Really tryna let it burst Mix the Henny with the Henny Really tryna get home burst I told my jail niggas, "head high" Cah it could be worse Two G's or checkered squares Which one does she prefer? I'ma buy my mum a crib before I buy a bitch a purse I'd rather be inside the bin Than be stiff up in a herst So I keep it with me Niggas want me, but I want them first Said she's got a bone to pick I got a bone to dig And when I'm done Don't call my phone or text me, I don't owe you shit Niggas got both their hands out, but I don't owe them shit When I was on my face, I'm pretty sure he was getting lit My nigga, too sorry for being antisocial I weren't in the mood Rappers spending time telling lies Don't you miss the truth? When I die I don't really care if I go hell or heaven I just wanna link my nigga NB, cah I miss my goon Hungry youngin, hitting all these one-on-ones and two-on-twos Active with it, swinging shit, now I got blood all on my shoes Opps that I don't know of in the flesh, asking what's my name Fans call me Clavish, hood call me Nettles, fuck it, who are you? Didn't ride out or trap before me Scored a point on a opp, made a rack before me Shawty asking if I meant what I said when we were fucking Don't remember half the things that I say when I'm horny Niggas ride at midnight, my niggas ride in the morning I'm bagging up at midnight, call me at 9 in the morning Got a shot for a 9 at 9 in the morning All profit took a half box of a prick, you're not shotting If the shotty starts coughing, you could end up in a coffin The fiends need what I'm selling This don't make me a wrongin' Got a flicky anytime I eat in Mayfair Brought the ting to Nina's album premiere True, we gotta pass the opp block on the way there Mum's back from work I might have to bag up in the BnB If you hold this wap I'll buy the trainers that say C and C Labels wanna chat me My views are not a mazzalean But any beat I jump on, I just merk it like a GLE Bitches that just want me, also bitches that ain't needing me They don't wanna trust me but they're willing to believe in me Told me "If I'm being honest I want you to be in me But I'm not like these other hoes So tell me what you see in me" Hands on my right, never Kittens phone the phone up cah the light better Bitches want me, reckon I'm a nice fella Still tryna send my opps to the sky, Dweller Turned down a hundred labels Tripping, tryna offer half of that Run off on a plug With a whole one, and half of that Stressing 'bout beef and not cheese, parmezan I'm in my Zone 2, tryna Kwengface But watch out for the Karma, akh Watch out for the karma though My nigga crash sav, so am I, but I'm calmer though She want me to change her life I ain't finished changing mine And she's a libertine, and tape every Fri' So the answer's no when you're a party hoe Can't love a thot that probably fucked Tom, Dick and Harry And if not Tom, she deffo' took dick from Harry I got 3 shots waiting on me, Tom, Dick and Harry I'll lick Thomas in his yard, but D and H in the alley Niggas know I really did it for the bros I heard Dookie be the most on-it youngin' from your block But we sent him out on loan Anytime I take an L, I get a V for the roads She gave me box like Roddy's song And 8 down below 6 months for a rammy, got a year when I walk on the mains I know a lit nigga but his ego turned him to a lame Fuck the fame No girls pregnant for me But I got a 4s in the Pyrex, and 2 daughters on the way Rico killed Mitch, I don't want no new friends Ace made it out but done something weird with the feds Calvin used to run the block Went jail, came home Now he can't run or jog Reminds me of, let me not True when they say the streets only end in 2 ways I got niggas in the grave and riding bird True phrase, got beef with Double R, my nigga's unruly Feels weird sitting in a double R, I'm used to driving hoopties Got a shot with no job, so she started selling coochie I won't judge her, I ain't Judy I won't fuck her, got the quorum I heard niggas be informing, grab my chinger, then my key What's more important? Nike Tech and my Jordans I can't wait until I'm touring (Yo tho) Tell me a time I got a drop And I didn't go Just took a picture of snow But it didn't pose Tell me a time a nigga needed me I didn't show Tell me a time I was greedy Didn't ring my bros Bro in the bin Took risks For the love of p's My next nigga Got a nigga chinged For the love of me She keeps liking then unliking my shit She a fuckin' creep Trap phone Lyca But my iPhone double E Tell my real niggas that I got them 'Cause they got my back Tell me a time I got an opp An' they got me back Two burgers that's a double whopper Make it up or double back Spinner in my nigga's hand The shotguns in the duffle bag She thinks I'm immature 'Cause the beef I ain't done with that And all my friends have either been jail Caught a case with trap Paigons turning snitch My niggas really got a case for that If that was the case I would've told my nigga stay at gaff If that was the case I would've told my nigga don't slide Told my nigga don't step Told my nigga don't ride I'm stubborn A-S-F So I ain't asking for no co-sign I'm really in the trench But I'm just tryna make these 0's fly My samsung makes a funny sound I'll dash it Get a new sim They only get paper When they're rolling up a blue slim My niggas on the wing Tryna pattern up two things Spice he can sell An' some nudes from his new ting Day in the life years ago Was pretty much appalling Used to window shop in central See shit Can't afford it Don't sell molly but Whitney, Bobby here's my number call it Talking cheap Yo it's free that's why everybody's talking In the T With my g Taking turns With a portion I'm black an' a white rapper Morrisson an' Jordan Jaykae an' Aitch I can't shop by myself 'Cause my face too flames Now my face too bait Used to put my phone on silent So my mum don't know what's going on But true I'm always in an' out She clocked exactly what I'm on First song got a milly views She told me make another one I'm doing this for her 'Cause I won't ever get another mum My nigga he a shooter but he's too humble You wouldn't know he's got the shooter In his moose knuckles I've got a rambo in my goose I don't use knuckles Auntie used to tell her son Don't hang with me 'Cause she thought I was too trouble Outside I don't think they're tryna find me 50k won't excite me Just in case you wanna sign me I can't fuck with rappers that Fuck with niggas that don't like me If they reach out for a feature I'mma think they tryna line me Left school zero grades But I'm smarter than you think Wait for my mixtape Yo I'm harder than you think Lamborghini you're as fast Even faster than I thought Prolly faster than a Porsche Way faster than that Ford That I used to drive I'm doing me Don't mind the critics Told my nan That I'm just rhyming words don't mind the lyrics Saw my old math teacher in Creams Tryna ask me "How's life?" But always sent me out of class So I just told him "Mind your business" Obbo tidying my strip So I gotta mind the piggies Could be dressing up as nits So I gotta mind the nitties Miss my nigga so much He was always riding with me Even when we weren't ganging After footy with our flickys Told the trident that I'm just a rapper Even though I'm more than that Box of each for my caunts I'mma need more than that Before I bust that chain I'mma tryna move my mum out that common flat Opps know where I rest my head But they don't want that problem ack They ain't got the heart or the brain Niggas say "Fuck 12" But they talk in this day Anytime I ran off on the plug I felt like a lame But I got over it quick Cah the game is the game I said they ain't got the heart or the brain Niggas say "Fuck 12" But they talk in this day Anytime I ran off on the plug I felt like a lame But I got over it quick Cah the game is the game
Writer(s): Sebastian Osawaru Julius Obasohan, Cian Francis William Wright, Jagraj Singh Bains Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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