Lyrics

(That's Chucks) Yeah, yeah Hunch (yeah, yeah) In the UK, I'm in Bottega Hit the deli then bodega Smokin' zaza, this for flavors (smokin' zaza, that's for flavors) They bought rusties, I bought stainless Got the AP and the stainless One for casual, one for haters (grrah) Hunch We got workers with no papers, if the police run up in here Then it's straight up immigration Yeah (yeah, yeah) Five years with no vacation, re-up very frequent So the bando isn't vacant (vacant) In the streets I don't pay no tax (yeah, yeah) In the streets I was good in maths (yeah, yeah) And the streets knows that I do not cap (yeah, yeah) Amiris jeans, that's a bag on my lap (yeah, yeah) Ace in double it got me too attached (yeah, yeah) BMW's and Bentleys and Wraiths (yeah, yeah) Guess today is fuck up the bank (yeah, yeah) Wicked (wicked) We don't cap, but this shit fitted (this shit fitted, no cap, uh) When I talk, I tell her listen (I tell her listen) Listen (listen) I don't care about no image Hunch, I give pictures to my nitty, Lenny Really with it (with it) Stainless, burner, you go missin' (grrah) From them trenches got my blessings My brothers with me And there's nothin' that I'm fearin', yeah (yeah, yeah) Hunch (yeah, yeah) In the UK, I'm in Bottega Hit the deli then bodega Smokin' zaza, this for flavors (smokin' zaza, that's for flavors) They bought rusties, I bought stainless Got the AP and the stainless One for casual, one for haters (grrah) We got workers with no papers, if the police run up in here Then it's straight up immigration Yeah (yeah, yeah) Five years with no vacation, re-up very frequent So the bando isn't vacant
Writer(s): Leutrim Beqiri, Mohammed Hassan, Conor Mulcahy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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