歌词

I got G's in the trap (got G's) I got G's on the road Everyday's a struggle Everyday's an episode So when I step onto the street They know I'm speaking in code They think they know, nah They just flex and pose (of course) They pretend to move that cheese (that cheese) Chop that tree and hook up steeze But my crew don't do it for the gram They do it for the bloods So they can eat (of course) 'There was a time when I was off my feet They didn't look twice at me (no way) Now they're asking all these questions Different expressions when they speak (quit askin') Your tone and your voice gone weak Got me like Dave I'm tweakin' tweakin' In the Merc and the white lights beamin' Push starts no need for the keys in (no way, no way) Nah trust me brother it's only pre-season See these brothers I'm keeping You can't test these waters, nah, nah You're not used to the deep end And we pull up, pull up and party On your block and it's mine (it's mine) You chit chat on the tape So stop, pause and rewind You're not used to this workrate You're twisted and blind And you're snitchin' up on my mate With tears up in your eyes Try and do me dirty Load it bang If you ever heard of me and my gang I'm that top boy from the 6 Block with an opp Save it for the fiends, yeah Got money trees like Kenny I lock it in like Eddie (lock it, lock it) Cock it back, steady Hold it, hold it Drop that medy You couldn't survive these streets My G's got tropical beats like please Pick up the mob with steez You don't wanna see me get keys Them lads broke grove like AJ T Hit 'em with the AK freeze Tell 'em I'll squeeze No problem I've lost it all in my conscience Tell 'em I've lost it And I got it all played out Pull out the NorthFace now Bang brudda Who's in the fucken throne King of the North like Bugzy Malone But I'm not from there, nah Can't you tell by my hair? Bang, cap him then and there Bang, cap him then and there Pull up, pull up and party On your block and it's mine (it's mine) You chit chat on the tape So stop, pause and rewind You're not used to this workrate You're twisted and blind You're snitchin' up on my G With tears up in your eyes She wanna party Look in my dargies But she's been rockin' the money Can't talk to all of them barbies 2 shots and that leave me glassy And I'll smoke 'em all like I'm Marley Pull up with gang They don't know about Charlie I can see they all lost it Can't talk about boxes, nah Yeah we leave 'em unconscious Want to talk nonsense Guarantee they don't want it Tell 'em all just save it 'Cause you know I stay patient Talk shit get faded Come GAT'S all blazin' From the 6 all raising, indicatin' My G's slide through too easy Got 'em all sleepin' up on the pavement So don't talk to me about payments Only my crew got the food When we come around We come around and let shots off at your crew (of course) Put him in debt for the disrespect Let 'em all just talk While I'm doin' my set Wanna pose on the net Tell 'em all just jet Pull up, pull up and party On your block and it's mine (it's mine) You chit chat on the tape So stop, pause and rewind You're not used to this workrate You're too twisted and blind You're snitchin' up on my crew With tears up in your eyes And we pull up, pull up and party On your block and it's mine You chit chat on the tape So stop, pause and rewind You're not used to this workrate You're twisted and blind And you're snitchin' up on my mate With tears up in your eyes
Writer(s): Willie Tafa, Solo Tohi, Jamie Muscat, Gordon Nautu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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