Plenty
Verse 1

I'm on my youngboy shit never broke again
I'm still re'ing 18's 280 a zed
My niggas my bros that's my family tree
If I got my roley on then my ramz with me
I ain't ever giving up
My traps staying how it is
And niggas always talk but that's the way that we live
I got million pound dreams like soon i'll be rich
But at the moment i'm in the kitchen whipping 2 5th
My car stays foreign but it ain't mine
My lifestyles different they can't ride how I ride
3 for a score 5 30 15 for a bill let me take my time
I'm consistent wid it flake I whip it drip I drip it half a brick I flip it
Datejust diamonds
Cest in my rizla
I call my plug for the re like yo wheres the dinner
She didn't wanna know, now she wanna roll
You can't be my opp bro if you ain't go no smoke
Coz we cop them when problems arise we ride
My nigga said I soon blow but I don't even try coz the profit from this pack is looking like another time piece
Before we glide we make sure the suttens greased
That cod chain that's bros buss down piece
Like dsquared i'm an icon on my tee
Hook

I really be selling it
And I ain't talking little bits
He ain't talking money man he's talking gibberish
His line only does a bag that's a little bit
If i'm in west you know i'm about to spend a bit
Don't talk it on the i bro ring the brick
She said shes got her eyes on my like fendi
Real trap boy man I make plenty

Verse 2

Like what do they know
None of my niggas talk to the po po
And I don't talk to much I just let a nigga see
Like I just paid 5 for these dsq jeans another quick 7 for the chanels on my feet
She knows when we go out the bills on me but she don't always let me pay and I rate that
No fraud shit the traps where I made it
You're looking at me funny boy you need to change it
But the vs on my wrist I can't blame him
Still working in a drought I can afford it
Coz my line lifts weight like a forklift
5 figures on my wrist I see them hating
My runner always got it banked if we get raided
I built my first line when I was like 18
Nowadays I just reload on 18's
Hook

I really be selling it
And I ain't talking little bits
He ain't talking money man he's talking gibberish
His line only does a bag that's a little bit
If i'm in west you know i'm about to spend a bit
Don't talk it on the i bro ring the brick
She said shes got her eyes on my like fendi
Real trap boy man I make plenty

I really be selling it
And I ain't talking little bits
He ain't talking money man he's talking gibberish
His line only does a bag that's a little bit
If i'm in west you know i'm about to spend a bit
Don't talk it on the i bro ring the brick
She said shes got her eyes on my like fendi
Real trap boy man I make plenty

Got her eyes on my like fendi
Real trap boy man I make plenty

Got her eyes on my like fendi
Real trap boy man I make plenty