歌词

I couldn't give a fuck You're not in the gang? Don't fuck with me, don't talk to me Don't touch me, don't high five me Don't spud me We cool I got the friends I need (Don't even say my name alie?) Alie? Don't fuck with me man. Fiddy! Heard this one I was like nah, let me bless this Pour up the Henny, one sec Lemme bill up the cess quick (Bill dat) Writing bars 'til my eyes and hands feel restless Then it's next day back to the grind Cos you know that I won't leave the trap like Brexit (Gone!) New batch of the peng from the plug Got me sending out texts (Boy!) Like "You don't wanna miss this one Cos the flake come whiter than Everest" (White, white, white) Consign that food In business terms that's leverage Got Steve in the pub ringing off my line Like "I need some snow with my beverage" Jump in the four door, hit that (Whooh!) Cut through traffic, zig zag Got a next pack, gotta flip that, hit that Reload, fling it on the strip akh (Fling that!) No time to wait, I don't kick back (Whooh! Whooh!) I just do road in my Air Force 1's See the gyaldem dig that (Dig Dat?) Invest and get the quid back Bill up the Cali and blow that Man talk shit, I just let man know that If you violate me on the Wednesday night Roll up by Thursday like a throwback Dressed in all black like Kodak With the G's dem, tell a man smoke dat I know what goes around comes around So the gang's on point if they roll back And gang's on point if they rise up Dej Loaf ting, man tell a man "Try us" (Try me) My bad man I shoulda said "Try me" Squad roll deep when a man get wiley Squad roll deep when a man go functions (One five) Shut down the rave with the tugs dem (Boy!) Niggas talk wass for the social I'm glad I'm the one that bugs them I'm glad I'm the one that does so Cos when they see they dash like Roscoe (Run arffff) Cos my heart come cold like Oslow Still got deals for the cats like Costco like Uber Know some trappers and shooters Put little white on the table Now your girl come like Henry the hoover Sarah the snorter (Whooh!) Man I feel sorry for your daughter Saw us at the bar making orders Now she see we drink yak like water Now she see we drink yak like Cola (Boy!) Gotta shout out to the yola (Whooh!) In the club with my darg Took her home cos she gave me a boner (Fucked that bitch!) Then I cut morning (Fuck that bitch!) Left that bitch still snoring (Boy!) Got shots, so I money march out of the building Fuck tip toeing in my Jordans I just want my team to be balling So there's points that I gotta keep scoring And bro got a line up North Put yutes on the Northern Line Like the last stops Morden Fuck off mate Twenty eighteen I mighta given you my sperm Twenty nineteen? Fuck off Toot toot toot! Ha! You must be joking!
Writer(s): Te-jean Uhuaba Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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