Big dog yogo best out of brum they all sleeping on him man but he could go to America and still be one of the best rappers out nothing but raw talent got to get a big dog yogo on this
Slide in whips, slide in six, they ain't wanna slide in DM's Pricks, them boy there punks, can't wait 'til I see 'em, see 'em They know about pain like Liam, his GM (chinged) Got done in the PM Pree him, they just wanna meet and greet them Leave them, I just wanna meet and beat 'em I'm at the cash point waiting for addicts It's 12 o'clock at night, when the Giro comes I'm there with the package, trapping Feds tryna stop me from rapping, mad ting I don't wanna hear that chattings (you know) They had me in the dock, sweating, stressing Chatting 'bout shooting and stabbings Has-beens and washed up guys get patterned .44 long, .32s and dot-dots, bare smoke in the room, not hotbox Jailhouse ting, that's hash on hotbox, jailhouse ting, tuna and hot pots Like, baby stop it, dotty too long, man cop then chop it Talk about trap but you make no profit, made history, Gun Lean, can't top it I went 'round with the skeng on F, and came back with the skeng on E (b-boom) Now I've gotta fill it with shell, no petty, this semi-auto Ain't fully auto, ain't clean, pull up and spray like Mr. Sheen This handting ain't got a beam but I greased her down, now she slaps off clean Digga D, I'm a well known bandit, bandit Got hit with one, could've been a double M like Mixtape Madness (b-boom) Can't wait 'til me and them link up, pull up at drink ups, letting off handting's Side by side in the ride, no ramping, that's five guys with chings, ay, crampings (ching) I play too much Black Ops 2 and do more than you bro, what is your ranking? Had mans bae on a vizzy and calling my tizzy while doing up wanking (haha) In the T with B, man's vamping, panting Dust up jakes in the landing, tanned him Bust that case, outstanding (gang) Should I chill or kill? One foot out but still one hand in .44 long, .32s and dot-dots, bare smoke in the room, not hotbox Jailhouse ting, that's hash on hotbox, jailhouse ting, tuna and hot pots Like, baby stop it, dotty too long, man cop then chop it Talk about trap but you make no profit, made history, Gun Lean, can't top it I went 'round with the skeng on F, and came back with the skeng on E (b-boom) Now I've gotta fill it with shell, no petty, this semi-auto Ain't fully auto, ain't clean, pull up and spray like Mr. Sheen This handting ain't got a beam but I greased her down, now she slaps off clean I don't wanna hear about them man When they hear skengs bang, run off with ten man (dash) Talk, talking a lot on live chat Can't wait to sight man, boy you ain't like that Hiding, I'm up front, they're right back Despite that, pull up at gaffs then light that Hijack any man's gyal and pipe that My bad, broski come get your wife back (come get her) Man talk crud from a distance Go tell the fans what I done to your siblings, fishing (splash) Most of the opps been swimming Six in the spin so you know I ain't missing (bow) Active, don't mad me, get splashed This dotty inhale mans frass Headshot gang, release my shank Ain't on piss, them boy are just jank .44 long, .32s and dot-dots, bare smoke in the room, not hotbox Jailhouse ting, that's hash on hotbox, jailhouse ting, tuna and hot pots Like, baby stop it, dotty too long, man cop then chop it Talk about trap but you make no profit, made history, Gun Lean, can't top it I went 'round with the skeng on F, and came back with the skeng on E (b-boom) Now I've gotta fill it with shell, no petty, this semi-auto Ain't fully auto, ain't clean, pull up and spray like Mr. Sheen This handting ain't got a beam but I greased her down, now she slaps off clean I'm cheeky and bad, I'm like 22 with 200 bags (bags) Don't get the kid mad, the machine get grabbed, I roll up and bang, bang Splash it, everyone knows what I'm on Who's next? Most of my opps been done All my old friends are jokes, same way, anything B get smoked Badman far when badman pull up Skengs on deck boy, don't get cook up Russ with the Rush, bredrin still up Six figure nig', still making mula Everyone's garn' make everyone leave Hold this arm, she taking this D If suttin' gets dropped, carry on this beef Come fuck with a tuh 'cause your man ain't the chief .44 long, .32s and dot-dots, bare smoke in the room, not hotbox Jailhouse ting, that's hash on hotbox, jailhouse ting, tuna and hot pots Like, baby stop it, dotty too long, man cop then chop it Talk about trap but you make no profit, made history, Gun Lean, can't top it
Yeah I spoke to my bro the other day He told me niggas changing, boy You know what I'm sayin'? How the fuck they leave us waitin'? Me and bro was patient Learnt to whip at 14, shout out big homie, no fake shit Man, he lost his savings Married to the corner, I was married to the pavement God gave me a chance, and I'll take it I used to bag the whole box, it used to take me ages I'm just going through these phases If I pour another box, can you cop, are you sure? We stay drippin' in Dior, YSL, there you go (YSL, there you go) YSL, I buy you more, All this money in my Goyard, I can go and buy the store First things first I can really get a nigga hit with ease I don't need more drama, I need more lean She can get a new bag, maybe Céline (ayy, yeah, hold up) I'ma disappear like I'm Houdini (hold up, huh) I can go and buy the store now (what? what? what?) Bitches fuckin' in the room now (ayy) Bought a Rollie, it was bust down (ice, ice, ice) I'm in the Bentley, ain't no bus now (skrrt) Switcheroo them bitches, I can't cuff now (I can't cuff now) Fuck her in the mansion, she get bust down (she get bust down) She a vegan but she eat meat Porsche got the two seat Ain't in love with Kiki Fuck her when she greet me (greet me) Ooh, the bankroll on overload I'm too rich, I don't need you hoes (need you hoes) Got more ice than an Eskimo (eskimo, ayy) Got more checks than an envelope (yeah) Makin' more than me? I doubt it (I doubt it) Had to cut 'em off they doubted (doubted) I got a Bentley, had to mount it (had to mount it) Too much money, I can't count it (Rich) First things first I can really get a nigga hit with ease I don't need more drama, I need more lean She can get a new bag, maybe Céline (yeah) I'ma disappear like I'm Houdini I've had fed chases, court cases, niggas writing statements 20 crackheads in my alleyway, I'm tellin' them, "Be patient" Took the other side to war Sellin' crack 'round the whole UK on tour (Yeah) I was so bummy, wow, but I'm gettin' money now My fiend just asked me for a fix because his nose is gettin' runny now She just told me that's she's coming now She my lady, that's a thousand pound on shoes for her to run around First things first I can really get a nigga hit with ease I don't need more drama, I need more lean She can get a new bag, maybe Céline I'ma disappear like I'm Houdini
I'm treatin' the trap like a Winnebago And I'm feelin' like Huncho's my alter ego Nothin but neck when I'm at the free throw Nothin' but facts when I'm on the beat Rendezvous, I got stopped on the interstate A pound of Biscotti, that's personal I guess some people just can't relate Information, I can't correlate Clowns on the net and they're talkin' breeze Quincy knows Huncho just bags and freezes Used to hit up roulette, lost a couple G's Invested some money in couple gibs All these racks coming big like a rack of ribs There's no common sense 'cause they lack a bit My plug is Pierre and I'm Lacazette Early morning, I sell fresh baguettes I bought my mother some new baguettes But she ain't proud when I do the most Let me raise up my glass, I'ma make a toast Let me raise up my glass, I'ma make a speech Let me tell you that money can marry you The face on the note, yeah, it's still a bitch I sit down and think that I'm not content I get tempted and I flip a brick Can't get drawn out, yeah, that's what they wishin' for Police focused, yeah, that's what they wishin' for Sittin' catching some Leave the studio, I got another one I'm tryna make all, smoking all the dope When I look at these baggies it give me hope When I look at the studio, it give me hope, uh My everyday car is a car that I used to rent I know we rappin' right now but we used to be movie men Heard there's a brick or a crop in that yard so I'm moving it Six racks on the wap, I just put it in Lucy's bag Yeah, baguetties, machetes, the MAC it will ring like confetti Holding my dick on her pussy, she said she ain't ready Fucked a bad white girl, her name was Betty (Betty) Hammer time, sauna Seven pound on petrol for Four racks on (Brrr) Mind out Lights out, lights out, lights out, lights out Off the top of the dome (Yeah, yeah) OT for weeks, mum said "When you coming home?" Yeah a dog is loyal if you give a dog a bone Took that bitch in the backseat, tinted car, gave her a bone Yeah, I can make you moan Fly you Paris or Rome I don't answer private call on my phone So much stress in my dome Tell them jakes leave me alone Murder gang, no facade, not guilty, that's gang (Brrr) There ain't a wap in the U.K. that you can get that we ain't handled In the AirBnB, no kickin', wiping the side with a flannel We get less time when the shotguns dismantle I got the wrist on rose So much ice round my nose, yeah I put my bricks on the stove I put my dick in her throat, yeah I order my bricks on the phone Wake up my nigga, he know (Yeah, yeah) My nigga, we never admit We never admit we involved (Uh) Cup full of codeine, I just sip on this cup, let my problems fly Spent thousands of nights in the bando, it play with my head and I wonder why I'm just landin' I be walkin' around, I be blendin' in Superdry How you think I Chanaynay your feet I was sellin' them things now I'm super fly Girl, you fly, yeah Wrist on ice, yeah, yeah Girl, you fly, yeah Let me know why, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
