yeah yeah yeah
Yeah.
Can't lie most people are fake I'm looking at man like who can I trust Come like I'm shooting blanks when I tell you I'm leaving you it's in the dust
Fans wanna hear Gang in the Place get gassed when they chat bout shooting it up But I got your favourite rappers shook when I say I got studio butt
Tell your bae she can have that purse Ray J I tapped it first Catch a case when I packed that verse Lay it and stab that word
Cute face but her back's absurd, no doubt I'm a mash that works Make my dick disappear when I tap it, baby got magic curves
Foot on your neck and my face on teller, reasons to hate too many.
Got your bae in my bed in a lace front steder, features a facial redder.
Put beats in the grave, it's H, not Freddy.
I don't need Blade or Shetter.
Got peace to be made, but I'm paid already.
King of the rave, Big Sheller.
Firm that right to the face, don't speak on the net, that's lame, that's petty First class fight to LA, had beef on the jet like Wayne and Hedy
I was like wireless with Che I had to clean up the set cause it rained too heavy Stole my left wrist brighten your day My body can't wave shit's way too heavy
H2P got my stacks on Bolo I don't do Snapchat promo Bentayga's, Rangers, Lambs or Rolo Used to be blacked out Polo Still famous, Moston Lane in solo I don't gotta roll with bro bro Trust me I'm good in my hood Only cover my face when I don't want photos
I brought the food to the table, it's only right that I sat down first Had no room for the racks in my man bag so I just packed out hers
They say I keep spitting the same old shit All you rap bouts girls Money, music and sex I don't know much more brother that's my world
Back to the four hole, block out tonight, seen shots smoke, rock out a pipe Some on the beat, some chop up the white set, man Paul walk out the pint
My gal just phoned, told me she wants sweet boy cocky tonight.
Ask about it in my postcode, don't think sweet boy won't knock out your lights.
Pushing money got my block lit, cuz he pushing Cali, said it's on ship.
Spent a milli, went and left the city Still the ends are with me on some mob tip Took a fendi and I dropped six Had the shot smelly cause I'm hot shit My bro be showing me these insta baddies He ain't shown me many that I've not hit
Three samurai, three tallers, even in pen all my guys are ballers Bro got beef with his old best mate, when he's riding he finds it awkward No girls that'll line my up, no girls that'll rack up a line and start it My girl with her legs in the air and her tongue out, Michael Jordan On the scene since all I've met is bare jokers and OAPs Ask Bando if I've been D-A-O, A-I-T-C-H-G-O-A-T Our kids grafting and throwing peas, had a drought this summer cause snow ain't cheap See rap youths hating but he ain't bro, yeah rap's like man but bro ain't me
Old I was catching homies, verses got rapped and bodied Parties in hotels, packed out lobbies, can't lie, I ran through johnnies Old with the packs in collies, used to skip class in forest If rap don't work, roll weed, but the rap shit works when my stack just flourished
They say I went mainstream on them, but back in the day told me I ain't got hits.
Every day get asked for a favour, but don't get shouted when I ain't got shit.
That's why I stay shitting on my most a girl that you prayed for sat on my block list.
Got a bad ting living off my boyfriend's on the wing, she sat in the cockpit.
Like, why does he rap like that?
I hope white boy's energy's matching his dick.
Swear I feel like backing it out to show them what time it actually is If I'm lying I'm dying and I'm still alive so it's only facts that I spit
At least I don't just chat shit like all you boring rappers.
At least I don't, what?
At least I don't just lie in my wraps after UKC and just cat for the kids.
Had to squeeze the bar out.
Fuck, you know?
