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Mortal Kombat Lyrics Its all fun and games Until confrontation Me, personally I don’t even entertain the talk anymore Oh, what? You think this is a game? Nah sah Reeko Squeeze, my brother CTP MKThePlug Lets add some sauce to the tape Beef me, how? Ill bring a whole cow You niggas don’t want that I get man down, my team play foul Im tryna make contact Get over here like Scorpion Do him like Mortal Kombat Sent the .22 for a .38 Upgrade my gun like a contract Drillers and violent thugs Them niggas cant ride on us Get brave and try your luck .38, rise that up Tryna get my hands on opps Feds want mine in cuffs Been round there and I aint caught my man This shits gonna drive me nuts Andy Murray, Im serving One more strike and its curtains Bitch said she likes my Insta I think I look better in person Gold teeth, I’m smurking You know R1, he’s lurking I aint gotta worry ’bout him He gon let it off for certain Free up my nigga like Trigglet Thats a real trapperholic Anytime we go in halves That pack coming in brolic Raw is raw Seen man cough up and then vomit Trap to bands See my line moving all Sonic What you mean bout dead it? You can’t take it back if you said it Me and R1 all stealth Thats two burners in a wedding Three up in a cartridge One right where the head is If you see me in a hoopty You best know where Im heading The opps do my head in Smokey settings Casual day, casual wettings He tried run away But bro wont let him Bro fist a man up in jail like Eddy from Tekken Beef me, how? Ill bring a whole cow You niggas dont want that I get man down, my team play foul Im tryna make contact Get over here like Scorpion Do him like Mortal Kombat Sent the .22 for a .38 Upgrade my gun like a contract Drillers and violent thugs Them niggas cant ride on us Get brave and try your luck .38, rise that up Tryna get my hands on opps Feds want mine in cuffs Been round there and I aint caught my man This shits gonna drive me nuts Both of them colours in the bando And the qualitys decent I get it all gone, then Im leaving I just push Peter Griffin in Cleveland I tell my young boy, dont ever think about thieving Now its ninety on the M with a skeng Just cah the workers got gready Straight drop, its TT Im talking no magic, no Houdini If theres ammunition needed I spend couple racks easily Dont worry bout your new track leakin I can leave your head back leakin In the field, man scored like Griezmann I dont really do conceding Playing up front all season I dont really do goalkeeping Skeng got a long nose like Ibra Came for Sweden The mandem said the aims mad I bet I pick him out like tweezers These sweets, Im dishing out freebies I do it for myself or the GGs I gave my young boy that dial And make sure everyting criss like Breezy Four and a half in the bando See me do mi work like RiRi The got the bro Blittz in jail Them trips he was doing was risky He soon come back like a frisbee Beef me, how? Ill bring a whole cow You niggas dont want that I get man down, my team play foul Im tryna make contact Get over here like Scorpion Do him like Mortal Kombat Sent the .22 for a .38 Upgrade my gun like a contract Drillers and violent thugs Them niggas cant ride on us Get brave and try your luck .38, rise that up Tryna get my hands on opps Feds want mine in cuffs Been round there and I aint caught my man This shits gonna drive me nuts1Embed

Metro Boomin Lyrics I used to eat breakfast, that was in school days Now I put the fork in the Pyrex Put crack in the bowl, no cornflakes White girl in the press, no foreplay 10-10 through, come bore mate Take risks and prosper Pray that I dont catch a court case Got the traphouse boomin like Metro Fleek queuin up the hallway Wrappin up points and scores Got the table lookin like a board game Had the libids with Headz and this So I phoned my bruv for a four-way Got smoke comin off always Beef get seasoned like Salt Bae Traphouse boomin like Metro Fleek queuin up the hallway Wrappin up points and scores Got the table lookin like a board game Had the libids with Headz and this So I phoned my bruv for a four-way Got smoke comin off always Beef get seasoned like Salt Bae Bro just slapped it in sports Just got the drop on an opp Bored him outside the court Im only 20 Please dont ask how many whips have I bought I was like huh, huh? Man went quiet, thats what I thought Got hella bands on my paigons Got hella plans for my enemies If you aint a driller or a trapper dont even bother stand next to me Do a drill and go sleep Wake up, spend couple bands Then its back to the opp block Zombie spurs in a tinted van They say Beckton man are all washed And Beckton man aint on job But your boy got chinged, he got shot And your young Gs car got robbed Do up the Harlem flow Switch it up with a 6er bop I can ten toe over dem sides there Cah the van went and crashed on a opp For fucks sake akh Whyd you crash on to my man like that fam? Well, is he alive? What, the vans not startin, no? Aww, fuck it The vans not startin We just done a mad ting here and shit got mad And when youre ridin you dont bring your phone so you cant really call them a cab Shits all ments Shits intense Hearin sirens gettin too close Every mans hoppin over one fence Got my rambo, I aint tryna spar Man cant question gang in the ends like they dont really know who we are Like how many times have I bored a mad ting, man I just switch up my car I bought how many foreigns, how many foreigns Gettin lit, had to insure my darrg Yo, look Like how many times have I went dem sides there On my life, we all lost count Dem man hittin civilians Rushin kids like dash attacks I got more dough than every single one of them Dem man got shooters I made them run, I cant rate none of them Got the traphouse boomin like Metro Fleek queuin up the hallway Wrappin up points and scores Got the table lookin like a board game Had the libids with Headz and this So I phoned my bruv for a four-way Got smoke comin off always Beef get seasoned like Salt Bae Traphouse boomin like Metro Fleek queuin up the hallway Wrappin up points and scores Got the table lookin like a board game Had the libids with Headz and this So I phoned my bruv for a four-way Got smoke comin off always Beef get seasoned like Salt Bae Still pissed about all this jail time Pigs really done man wrong Me and Z just a reed on the 9 Or we dont buy from opps Right, now we cant let cord by the swine, thats a lot I still did him like ooh, ooh How did his flow undermine that song? Me and big bro doin hella on the M-way We about to dry this crop My little bro on the block doin nuttin So I couldnt find his spot All the times I met him on the wrists like cufflinks Jail bakin custard It gets with mustard Both colours in the bando jumpin Movin like Shannon Tucker Bad B come to the nizz for the D dont forget those dumplings Metro boomin, ding-dong zoomin Broad day bootin, four-door cruisin Cant speak if we aint talkin bankrolls Cah Im speakin in fluent Z just lost two G-packs The Lord knows Im fumin But its these losses and winnings And Im still winnin and losin Ive been doin up trap from when I was young like Scooter Now the cigars from Cuba Cah Im metro boomin like FutureEmbed

Middle Man Lyrics Just put my shank through the pack, I cant lie, it stinks Middle finger to the middle man, I cant lie, I had to minus him All I know is ninety on the M, countless reloads and Lyca sims How can I count my losses when I like to win? See me fly out the ride, two hands on my waist, just know Im about to twin Them man trap and put it on Snap, I was in the TB, seein BB pins Do road with digis, blades, bags, clings, all kinds of things Dinger filled with autos, dotties, spins, all kinds of things I can tell you bout nights in the T Two packs with me, Suge Knight aint in the passenger seat I pick up the scales and balance the green Spent half Ps on cabs, man cant tell me bout street What you know bout bagging up? Aint had nothin to eat Ive been sittin in this spot so long, I cant even feel my feet Been doin up mileage, this week, ran through three Money and beef, I dont wanna talk it out like Santan D When you bust that vacuum pack, all kind of stink Had to cut the middle man cause he like to drink Been on the roads from long and thats way before Lyca sims Me and K doin ninety on the M, addin up fives, tens and pinks Same way you cross that road, when you cross mans path, better stop and think Two hands on a hefty ting, unbalance him I will never count my losses cause I like to win All I know is bags, boxes, girls and a roll of cling Just put my shank through the pack, I cant lie, it stinks Middle finger to the middle man, I cant lie, I had to minus him All I know is ninety on the M, countless reloads and Lyca sims How can I count my losses when I like to win? See me fly out the ride, two hands on my waist, just know Im about to twin Them man trap and put it on Snap, I was in the TB, seein BB pins Do road with digis, blades, bags, clings, all kinds of things Dinger filled with autos, dotties, spins, all kinds of things I was dealing with fiends on Christmas Day, come like The Grinch I gotta wipe down digis, cant have residue and fingerprints From kway back, been in the T, forget about King All I do is drillin and trappin, I dont really care about anything Gotta deal with opps, theyll take a mile if you llow them a inch No face, no case when gang just wind down the tints Thats another excellent finish, do it like Mandžukić Forget about Banglez, when I rise that steel, I wont miss I treat the trap phone with care cah it kicks Divide this pack into sections and I get it gone swift Three for twenty, pay 40 for six First phone call in the A.M, I just go there, collect one fifth Bro bro doin up kitchen ish, has blenders and kitchen sinks M-way doin up wrist on wrist, gotta avoid these guinea pigs Cant do induction again, Lord knows Im pissed No more bad Bs comin to the niz, instead they gotta come through with the ting Just put my shank through the pack, I cant lie, it stinks Middle finger to the middle man, I cant lie, I had to minus him All I know is ninety on the M, countless reloads and Lyca sims How can I count my losses when I like to win? See me fly out the ride, two hands on my waist, just know Im about to twin Them man trap and put it on Snap, I was in the TB, seein BB pins Do road with digis, blades, bags, clings, all kinds of things Dinger filled with autos, dotties, spins, all kinds of thingsEmbed

Ain’t It Different Lyrics Still cant mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess Aint it different? Aint it different? Come a long way from broke days I got to work and fixed it Aint it different? Aint it different? Baby, are you—? Baby, are you—? (Aint it different? Aint it different?) Baby, are you—? (Come a long way from broke days I got to work and fixed it) Conducta Aint it different? I link my ting in LA But I cant fly to the States cah I got too much convictions Apparently all I talk is prison, but I dont know no different Cah I was in jail up north, runnin another coalition Fresh home, I bought coke and whipped it I put some roses where my wrist is You aint ever made a birthday cake from Digestive biscuits Will have to take lemon juice to a piss test Every day I look up to the Lord, give thanks for all this litness Come home, fresh out the system, gymnast Rollin with smoke on my jones Pigs want all the camera on me, not the one from Dipset I still cant mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess I come a long way from broke days I got to work and fixed it Baby— (Still cant mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess Aint it different? Aint it different?) Baby— (Come a long way from broke days I got to work and fixed it Aint it different? Aint it different?) Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Aint it different? Spent like ten years grindin Covered in diamonds, never been minin Came through, mans still shinin Cah I was in Homeford House with the pack And now Im in Dubai, limin Me and Headz landed abroad, two new kettles, perfect timin The new whips white on white, peanut butter, rose gold linin You can catch me in Central Car so dumb, when I press this button, its gone, I dont do rentals Air 1s fresher than menthol I dont wanna get shit lit, but the way that bro grip sticks aint gentle Summer time shootouts, big big loot-outs Get corn stuck in your dental Aint it different? Aint it different? Come a long way from broke days I got to work and fixed it Aint it different? Aint it different?) Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Aint it different? When I first stepped in the game Man tried leech on my name, now they wanna act all distant Man love smile in my face and then they wanna chat like vixens Its good, its not back in the day, woulda got yourself wrapped on Clifton I dont really take no checks, Ill warn you And I dont do threats, Im cordial I dont even Snap on the jet, its normal Black tie, but Im dressed informal Like the boys from East, Im nasty Dont do drip, but I still stay classy You wanna know, then ask me, easy Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Baby are you—? B-baby are you—? (Still cant mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess Aint it different? Aint it different? Come a long way from broke days I got to work and fixed it Aint it different? Aint it different?) Still cant mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess Aint it different? Aint it different? Come a long way from broke days I got to work and fixed it Aint it different? Aint it different?Embed

It’s Mad How Lyrics Thin line between music and road But I feel theyre one cah I still do both Yo, all of this corn, its mental Hot shot stronger, them press seco Bruck that dots, Kinder Bueno Man added in a long-arse trench coat Wind that window, wave that whoosh, Hello Its mad how i couldve been wirin kettles But I just bought me a kettle Its mad how I got all this beef in the streets But Im with two thotties in Central Its mad how one can get so angry Stuff two smokes in the rental Its mad how I got on licence In two weeks, cop me a cheffin Bro-bro get caught with the smoke But he still caught him a sentencе I was in block cah I whacked up an opp Then I heard mysеlf on a DAB They just went back on the landing Smoke and fail in MBTs I need a girl with a body like Banks and a face like DDB Thats a hood bitch in an Uber With drugs and teeth for a DXT Trident scopin gang, comin like the TSGs All the money in the world And I still wont squash this beef So please dont talk about rides Gangs on peds, no CBT We defend like or Inter And attack like PSG Thin line between music and road But I feel that theyre one cah I still do both Was is Nizz or boast? KO slows like let that go And now we gotta vote Cah we got two nicents callin the line Its mad how I got a watch on And I still use an Iphone to tell the time Yo, all of this corn, its mental Hot shot stronger, them press seco Bruck that dots, Kinder Bueno Man added in a long-arse trench coat Wind that window, wave that whoosh, Hello Its mad how i couldve been wirin kettles But I just bought me a kettle Its mad how I got all this beef in the streets But Im with two thotties in Central Its mad how one can get so angry Stuff two smokes in the rental Its mad how I got on licence In two weeks, cop me a cheffin Bro-bro get caught with the smoke But he still caught him a sentence My diamonds VVS They aint gettin robbed like DVSs Tell my young boy bring that burner When the jobs done I delete the message Any indirects, I address it I aint selective, anyone can get it Corn will fly when I touch that button Might just do it like Didi and press it All I do in hustle Not enough hours in a day Ride for my mum, comes visit me in jail Then has to lay flowers on my grave More life like the album by Drake Came a long way from chasin paigons I just phoned my plug and I jugged this food But he aint Jamaican The hustle keeps goin I can never put in on pause That same spots that I went for cunch Are the same cities that were goin on tours And my main ting shops in Louis V She dont wear Michael Kors Dem man talk about store RV, I get it from the source Yo, all of this corn, its mental Hot shot stronger, them press seco Bruck that dots, Kinder Bueno Man added in a long-arse trench coat Wind that window, wave that whoosh, Hello Its mad how i couldve been wirin kettles But I just bought me a kettle Its mad how I got all this beef in the streets But Im with two thotties in Central Its mad how one can get so angry Stuff two smokes in the rental Its mad how I got on licence In two weeks, cop me a cheffin Bro-bro get caught with the smoke But he still caught him a sentence Embed

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Loyal LyricsCant say we dont look after you Kash Lowkey, Bradz, Tuggzy Me and that prick was cool We used to kick bull and vapors Last time that I got around there tryna grab the yute, and make paper My whole team loyal, no traitors dish out food like we´re waiters, All of my fiends getting More than half my team been jailed 4x4 drillers and papers Aint no need for retainers Designer from head to the trainers, niggas be talking that wasped until they get splashed Money is the only motto If you don´t trynna make money, then dont even come near us Its not worth any conversationEmbed

Judgement Lyrics On my lean, chicks stealin my stance Like Lord, Im terminating your room and board A rappers groove so smooth, P. Diddyll dance Through Chris Wallaces car door, Rob Ford I represent for my citizens who dont have a chance And one for the love of the Lord With the recycled evaluation of feelings that I know inside See the police so we still tryin to hide Why ya wanna test like youre keeping it real Smart talkin bitch, rap-pseudo intellectual chit chat Out to rob or out to steal Where the party at? Where the Bacardi at? Rеcruited to martyred on the cross of mass appеal Super sadistic, Im butter like a biscuit That Santa was a fake And we make shit shake Hip hop grip Glocks and hit cops Give a fuck if he got kids and married Ears pop, scared cops wipe tear drops Somethin bout the police and them lights that get me worried Kids get popped by all these twisted cops Now my pops was there when Uncle Roy got buried I moved out while still get to live down there And the way I puff blunts in the air And get paid And represent til Im underground Didnt pass the Tenth grade The crowd scream HO jumpin around Chorus till fade... Spit in my face, hold me down And for those that wanna get busy You know the Feds been checkin up on Bizzy From morning to night, back through darkness to light Let the phone ring and then I ask for you And man you finally got your cash right And last but not least, number one in the crew: Buckle up for safety and prepare to take flight Im kiggity comin with a gangsta like Boo Boo I think they mean they like me Nothing like its used to be She like that, and I write that dopeness I got a plan to get away Virginia is my home, I put it on the atlas Bought her an AK for her 21st birthday Til I fill up my dinner tray, with meals ridiculous Its mandatory you inhale at least a pack a day Man that girl from the sunshine state, she hot Popping mad shit, trying to be something they not Serial rhyme killa, the paper spinner The bottom line I gotta eat Return, return of the singer Cruise the block until my armys complete All my ladies are... Raw action flood the concrete Add another 16 plus another 6 And it dont matter who ya are Sprayin off the majestic rays, that knowns the writing We gotta handle with the ski mask, stocking bands, bandanas I walk in hell, bucking and fighting, scratching and biting I copped raw yay on Broadway from bananas With the thunder and lightning, this be a Fensta writing Where rap sangers lowride and talk about em colored bandanas And I promise itll have a better outcome You know what I did, you know how I come It dont seem I can think about another thing I been through it all for yall with fallout Fuck that to the wall, thats how Im living Yeah, bitch you know what Im talking about I stand up and slice the turkey, on Thanksgiving Uh! Im Max Payne wit the stock out Follow me, I bleed to get my point across Applying pressure to his wound, tryin to stop the blood loss I dont need nuthin but you girl Coulda did wrong but I was tryin to write Girl, girl you look like a pearl He had some words with somebody, pulled his heater last night Where your man, where your girl? The next day ready to do it again thats right Aint Lebron James but the youngest in the game Internationals the rules, want the money fuck the fame When these brothers try to test your crew Its pointless to say here, so let me annoint Just imagine all the thangs wed do After every meal I fire up a dank joint Shadys inevitable, our heavy influence in medley crew I almost died from inhilation comin back from Cedars Point I love it cause youre in my life And Ima continue to live li-ife Strange days and strange rays invading Bitch better have that money straight refresh edit delete source rapgenius Wont sell my soul thats degrading And celebrate let the praise penetrate the gate Like Red Dawn, but Im Judd Nelson invading Reminisce of yo folks, yo bitch, yo kids, yo fate Trust me, you need more than balls to be boss over Shit, showed you Im nice, though I aint a pushoverEmbed

Off Your Melon Lyrics Niggas dont ride in the 7 Get the drop from a bitch that they’re out here, trynna send an opp boy heaven All the smoke in , I was talking amm with that 10-10 lemon Finna take 2 pon the 2, cah, yeah it garn lick off your melon Niggas dont ride in the 7 Get the drop from a bitch that theyre out here, trynna send an opp boy heaven All the smoke in , I was talking amm with that 10-10 lemon Finna take 2 pon the 2, cah, yeah it garn lick off your melon Yeah, it garn lick off your melon They dont wan Headie One Doing the shit that I used to And I aint been nicked in the ends But I been nicked off a 2-2 Its the views, it’s the views on your YouTube Finessing these cases, my niggas think I do juju One I went jail, now I’m back again Now they see this still happening They see my squad going like a chandelier How many times on a pedal bike saddling Its foreign whips and we manualling I was locked up in her majesties My nigga, I don’t think Im tryna go back again My gs still a hazard like Eden On a like Jessie from the 7 Headshot if theres any disrespeking Shit for real, no pretending Me and my squad balling like Kobe Fuck that, we balling like Messi Them man there think that we’re boring Theyre balling real stiff like Heskey They aint ready I still make T hot like Tetleys I dont bop when my ammunition heavy The got me fucking, missionary They aint ready I still make T hot like Tetleys I dont bop when my ammunition heavy The got me fucking, missionary Niggas dont ride in the 7 Get the drop from a bitch that theyre out here, trynna send an opp boy heaven All the smoke in , I was talking amm with that 10-10 lemon Finna take 2 pon the 2, cah, yeah it garn lick off your melon Niggas dont ride in the 7 Get the drop from a bitch that theyre out here, trynna send an opp boy heaven All the smoke in , I was talking amm with that 10-10 lemon Finna take 2 pon the 2, cah, yeah it garn lick off your melon Yeah, it garn lick off your melon On the 7, might walk with my weapon Niggas aint lacking on my block Get the drop from a bitch that theyre out here Trynna put your face on Crimewatch Slip up, man make you a Get put in my blunt Dot-dot bait so Im trynna get him down with the snub On the nizzy with the bruddas Talk bout Farm, about #Nutters Get him down with a skeng or the cutters Skrr on your block in the dingdong try leave anyting fuck up Skrr on your block on the 1-2 try leave anyting fuck up Last you rid to the nizz, they aint make it back, juice cabby Last you rid to the nizz, they aint make it back, juice cabby Last you rid to the nizz, they aint make it back, juice cabby Man Im trynna get him down with the long blade Trynna get him down with the swammy Man Im trynna get him down with the swammy Double tap when I wet up an opp Man I been to the 9, man I been round the Wood, ten toes on tops Hearing all this talk on the net But niggas already know where the opps Man Im hearing all this talk on the net But niggas already know where the opps Like niggas already know where the opps Niggas dont ride in the 7 Get the drop from a bitch that theyre out here, trynna send an opp boy heaven All the smoke in , I was talking amm with that 10-10 lemon Finna take 2 pon the 2, cah, yeah it garn lick off your melon Niggas dont ride in the 7 Get the drop from a bitch that theyre out here, trynna send an opp boy heaven All the smoke in , I was talking amm with that 10-10 lemon Finna take 2 pon the 2, cah, yeah it garn lick off your melon Yeah, it garn lick off your melon 1Embed

Charades Lyrics M1 on the beat I say Headie You say One Headie, One Headie, One Headie, One One Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car Them man aint on but they talk like they are Them man aint really got no arms It come like they just been foldin their arms It come like man been playin charades The way man talk with them arms One day, Im in the hood tryna pattern up shh Next day, Im recordin in France They talk like they are (Turn, turn, turn Told me turn They told me turn) All I know is money and beef Dont think I left it all in the past How these opp boys say they want beef But they aint got bread, thats all on their arse All my young boys like ten or nine Guess they all wanna chart Skengs, Rambos, flickys We got them all in the car How many man have the gangdem got? How many time man do it all bait on the mains? Gotta wish that a mans not hot Still do it in a coat like Big Shaq got Just done it in my hoody Four door swervin, no A Boogie I hope I aint got bout the judge, no Judy Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car Them man aint on but they talk like they are Them man aint really got no arms It come like they just been foldin their arms It come like man been playin Charades The way man talk with them arms One day, Im in the hood tryna pattern up shh Next day, Im recordin in France Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car Them man aint on but they talk like they are Them man aint really got no arms It come like they just been foldin their arms It come like man been playin Charades The way man talk with them arms One day, Im in the hood tryna pattern up shh Next day, Im recordin in France All I know is money and beef Dont think I left it all in the past Them man there different to ours Couldnt see them, we leave them to last My young boy was slackin in the T I just gave him a kick up the arse Focus, workrate, progress Put in that work then hes up How many man have the gangdem got? How much residue in my pot? How much pressure did we put on opps? How many times did we out the lot? Feds tryna find my spot Man tryna right my wrongs So I just write a song Two bad Bs in the seat, me in the middle Two Rambos, symmetry, me in the middle Rose gold with the VVs in the middle D&G, had to throw Amiri jeans in the middle I know feds hate to see me winnin They just wanna see me in the system All of those times it was runt, now we litty Cah my Laurent from Eagle I be able to Two bad Bs in the seat, me in the middle Two Rambos, symmetry, me in the middle Rose gold with the VVs in the middle D&G, had to throw Amiri jeans in the middle I just done it in my hoody Four door swervin, no A Boogie I hope I aint got bout the judge, no Judy Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car Them man aint on but they talk like they are Them man aint really got no arms It come like they just been foldin their arms It come like man been playin Charades The way man talk with them arms One day, Im in the hood tryna pattern up shh Next day, Im recordin in France Talk like they are Foldin their arms One Talk with them arms M1 on the beat M1 on the beat Embed

Blicky Lyrics Grab my gun then slide on a pussy nigga I will not run nor hide from a pussy nigga Im the murder man , Uzi man Essie man , Uzi man Tattoo on my face, gold on my chain I dont want her name, I change her last name I put in work, go check my net worth I dont get messy, but I do the dirt Okay, just- Pass the lizzy , pass the glizzy Pass the bucky , pass the tekky Ayy, I dont know where the fuck youre from, but Ill find out Tell gang, book a seven seater and well Pass your opp , pass the blocky Pass the cops , pass the shotty You claim that youre a tough guy I know youre lyin I know your block better than you, so why you hidin? I be on the block, like a lineman I done took more jewelry than a pirate We like models, cars and cash, but we violent Glizzy with the switch, I am looking for my rival Got his baby mama suckin on my private He told the police everything, we call him diary None of my opps aint never scoped, them niggas lyin Big 4L, that equal gun smoke and siren Opps still try test temperaments From doing drills to fashion, we LDM Gucci, bought ten, might step in for more I might go blow a bag out of boredom I left my new ho, for my new ho She taught me awful shit, make no tutorial I got that call, unannounced after two shows I pull up my trackie and I left with blue balls Might step in, twenty on me, maybe Fenty on me Big drip splashy on me, Lenny Henry on me Bad bitch come to the niz, I got plenty on me She play it right, then she might end up in a penty, probably Okay, grab my gun then slide on a pussy nigga I will not run nor hide from a pussy nigga Im the murder man, Uzi man, ooh AK man, kill a man, yeah Pass the lizzy , pass the glizzy Pass the bucky , pass the blicky Ayy, I dont know where the fuck youre from, but Ill find out Tell gang, book a seven seater and well Pass your opps , pass the blocky Pass your Glock , pass the Glocky You claim that youre a tough guy I know youre lyin I know your block better than you, so why you hidin?Embed

GANG Lyrics More than enough time to think of a plan Now they trap-trap-trappin and they think of the gang More than enough time to think of a plan Two months and I aint been home I still say my Hail Mary when I break each O Paps dont know if Im dead or alive I just bag this first Z out this nine Got nicked up in country, fell in love with this life I never knew that jail would be the next time I write My shorty when its on, doin better at life They didnt lie when they say youre out of sight, out of mind Told myself Ill make sure they cant forget mе next time I got lit, really had to takе those risks You ever sat on public transport casually with half a brick? You ever been up North? Nuttin to relate to On the wing, I had more than enough time to think of a plan Gr-grew together, tried to think were a gang Now they talkin drill and trap, and then they think of the gang More than enough time to think of a plan Now they trap-trap-trappin and then they think of the gang Twelve years an I aint been home Aint bitter, though I know thats just the way that it goes Pops dont know if Im dead or alive Aint seen the geezer since I was nine When he calls and he asks me, I just tell him Im fine Hes old, he dont really need the stress on his mind On the phone I just lie an tell him Mummys alright These times, when my Mum was still on top, still inside Lord, be my protection an light Twelve years an I aint been home Imagine, twelve whole years an I still aint got used to the cold They dont care if Im dead or alive Maybe if I a couple then theyll give me the time I was just a lil shite, uh Stripped to my rides An it had me on the strip every night So I had to do this shit to survive A couple of my olders didnt have their papers either Only people alive that could give me advice On that live-and-die shit On that how to make it by without a single ride Knowing that if I get nicked, Im not going to jail Im not like these other guys, Im straight on a flight Twelve years an I aint been home Twelve whole years an Im sick to the bone Maybe I should dip on a flight They call it a gang, fam, I call it a tribe Hm More than enough time to think of a plan Grew together, tried to think were a gang Now they talkin drill and trap, and then they think of the gang Grew together, tried to think were a gang Now they trap-trap-trappin and they think of the gang More than enough time to think of a plan Now they talkin drill and trap, and then they think of the gang Think of the gang Trap-trap-trappin and they think of the gang More than enough time to think of a plan Now they trap-trap-trappin and they think of the gang More than enough time to think of a plan Now they trap-trap-trappin and they think of the gang Gr-grew together, tried to think were a gang Now they talkin drillin, trappin, and they think of the gang Embed

Drill Lyrics Let me tell you how my animals move Step in the cut, designer shoes, done it in Canada Goose And these neeks aint touch me ever, Ive bored up their olders too Anything opp man drill it, or man fish it, Harlem Loose Crime scenes we done many plus, SA way too cheffy Anytime the opps make snaps, me, M and the Twins try lurk round Kelly Splash man down thats blood pon many, we came through and them boy werent ready Step for the kill dont bring that celly, say misch mash but their stacks on empty Got Naghz like Future got Metro, shoot that nigga if bro dont trust Slow down baby or screw me, trying on my hoodie, put it down love Smoking on dog or cookie, I see man stooky when shotgun buss You get got then you run out of luck Bruck down 20 of each I distribute grubs at the same way, President Trump distributing his speech I swear me and T wouldve been rich, if we ever had a run thats clean But for years we was doing up jail, between two Gs thats hundreds of weeks Thats all for jugging and violence, obbo in the hood thats Trident Things in the kitchen thats science, trap phones filled up with clients And the opps cant tell me bout riding, I had the whole block smelling like tyres And I know what it feels like to be dead broke, I scrapped the fuck out the Pyrex I heard a whole load of sirens How they talk about pressure? When its me that applied it I put skengs in a bruk down Vestra Dem man are Brock like Lesnar I still get it in a dance, I couldnt give a fuck about wands and sensors Circle the opp block too many times now the gang just restless My phone done a One last night, I just spent it Cause these weapons still part of expenses, Im still stuck in the trenches Been locked in a room with weights and benches, my trap phone still bench press Spend it on teeth and we aint even gotta go dentist Embed

Teach Me / Bumpy Ride Lyrics Teach me, teach Teach, teach, teach Turn, turn, turn Yo All these jewels aint gonna make me richer, but it might just do for my little nigga Little nigga wanna be a hitter, told him, Cut a cheque and go and be a driller Fake niggas made them pictures bigger, I was tryna show them to the bigger picture No more showin haters middle fingers Rather show the haters to my pinky finger I rub the clitoris, she lick my finger She dont know she suckin on my trigger finger Couple businesses and bigger blickys, now we uptown, we gettin flicky Tommy said Im makin too much money Next watch will have to be a Richard Mille Feds will pree me cah I made a killin Both in the countryside and in the city How many times did I leave the judge livid? Cause I didnt have to go step on a visit Windows are tinted, but they let breeze in Tracksuit in season, it match the interior I dont wanna see no civilians Im done takin public opinions I find this all so hard to reason Well, its time to get my head heated I try to be peaceful, tell the Gs not to put teeth in , turn Ask Edna to teach us forgiveness Teach me Teach Teach me Teach, teach, teach Yo, somebody call God for me , tell him this is daylight robbery Somebody tell the people I want an apology for all of their broken promises Promises they made but, true, they didnt owe it me They said if I get lost, theyll come for me, and comfort me But when I got lost, they abandoned me, and they talk tough for me They aint stick to their promise, yeah, they taunted me, they walk with me So now, if it aint for the fam, then its all for me Pa was strugglin to cope with me, he start to wish he aborted me Oh, how we tried everything, even tried therapy, could never tell what was wrong with me They said that I couldnt, took away the NT and apostrophe Dont look down on me, that was hypocrisy Come up from poverty, blame the economy The hustles a game of monopoly Do I blame destiny or blame astrology? So many different philosophies Before I learned to love properly, ah They took away the only thing that belonged to me What more do they want from me? Turn Turn up, turn, you know Yo Turn Want a thousand stones, never knew about seven pounds an hour Black lives matter, but in the hood, this wap means power How much time did I take that chase? Have to left them jakes all sour Now plum sauce on duck, I just watch while they light up the Eiffel Tower Its flashin lights, still I got gangdem ties Wap cost five, thats light Bro let it hang out the passy side Music and road, still I cant decide I was on the wing eatin mash and pie Looked in the judges eyes, I took that oath, I lied Hit the strip and colly, couldnt do both, I tried Street qualified, grow more on the field, thats science In the T, I learnt mathematics Made the phone do acrobatics Wheres that magic? Stretch that package, Mr. Fantastic, yo Stretch that package, grub in plastic, money in transit Lets drop this five but we need that nine if it gets too drastic Got this credit card, give it to my bitch and I tell her, Max it Been a bumpy ride, and I let things slide I should have reached in the jacket, take out pocket rockets Its hot potato, and my brothers, they will mash it I dont need no favours, I got flavours, need to stash it Never been a taker, Ima make her use the crop it, oh How much time did I whip pots? Watch my wrist lock Me, Im tryna bring it back quicker than TikTok All this bad B wanna do is lip-lock, me, Im tryna make sure the qualitys tiptop Spent so much racks on six shots, keep it away from Junebug Izzpot Hand tings for the gliding, I rise them autos for when I get pissed off Baguettes on the wing, not Wingstop, so its only right I baguette my wristwatch Feathered cushions, barely use it First-class flights to Europe, London, Dubai, act all stupid A hundred-thousand dirhams Cant take away the pain but I know I can soothe it Stretch that package, grub in plastic, money in transit Lets drop this five but we need that nine if it gets too drastic Got this credit card, give it to my bitch and I tell her, Max it Been a bumpy ride, and I let things slide I should have reached in the jacket, , take out pocket rockets Its hot potato, and my brothers, they will mash it I dont need no favours, I got flavours, need to stash it Never been a taker, Ima make her use the crop it, o-oh Shut up One thousand stones One thousand stones, never knew about seven pounds an hour Black Lives Matter In the hood this wap meets power How many times did I take that chase, Headie? How many fucking times did I fucking take that fucking chase? Laughs Its lit Yeah, seriousEmbed

Told Lyrics That’s what I was told you know Loyalty first, that’s the code you know I still walk a thin line between music and road That’s what I was told you know Family first, that’s the code you know I still walk a thin line between music and road Loyalty first, that’s the code you know I still walk a thin line between music and road To bring ma back I’d go broke you know Still walk the thin line between music and road We’re extracting some gold you know Still walk the thin line between music and road They think I done juju All cause the jury couldn’t get a majority vote Before the judge told me go home you know That’s what I was told you know That’s what I was told you know That’s what I was told you know Embed

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I Spy Lyrics Rah, its BKay you now You know I spy with my little eye Something beginning with F  Fuckboys doing up net  Talking real, were the last ones left Suck your mudda I said it with chest  I spy with my little eye Something beginning with F Fuckboys doing up net Talking real, were the last ones left Suck your mudda I said it with chest Play dirty I spy with my little eye Something beginning with F Fuckboys doing up net Talking real, were the last ones left Suck your mudda I said it with chest I spy with my little eye Something beginning with F Fuckboys doing up net Talking real, were the last ones left Suck your mudda I said it with chest I spy with my little eye Something beginning with F Fuckboys doing up net Talking real, were the last ones left Suck your mudda I said it with chest I spy with my little eye Something beginning with F Fuckboys doing up net Talking real, were the last ones left Suck your mudda I said it with chest Embed

Help LyricsTell me, just tell me Will I die on this road to be wealthy Help me, just help me Im tryna find a way to be healthy Envy so much envy Ending entities seem so tempting Venting Im just venting Cant catch breath chest so empty Know that im blessed in this body im renting Time under stress good & plenty Write with the pen a better ending Know in the end blessings pending Hard to give in always repenting Invest in my interests still never impressed so i ingest all my intent Fuck being different knew as an infant wanna leave an imprint Need no convincing to be ever so efficient Way i grab rhythms flip it switch it kill it in an instant Mental prison behind bars, villians are my thoughts So im running through these halls yes im lost with no cause On this trip i just fall & my family look appalled But they say yo stand up tall you are right where you belong Just dont ever leave your lord and dont you die by that sword Rather visit you in wards No posthumenous awards Not a clown for these bores play your life up on these boards You are reaping no rewards You are reaping no rewards Tell me, just tell me Will I die on this road to be wealthy Help me, just help me Im tryna find a way to be healthy Envy so much envy Ending entities seem so tempting Venting Im just venting Cant catch breath chest so empty Back to back is how i rip a track for a big impact yet im still intact Mix and match with the flows and facts Though im frozen cold, booth is ash Culture meets is where the people clash And i came to eat but you gave me mash So im breaking beats like im breaking teeth And i play defeat? thats make belief Needing pay for my pain relief Bleed to say what i train to be Sleep for days and i gain in dreams i dont keep it fake no maybeline so I just go with the flow Tax on my stacks say g I need more Time to attack g can you reload My eyes dont lie just ask chico Feeling frees about letting go & Ill let you know about stepping stones Dont step to me cause i stepped in gold Another story told about being bold about getting goals About new resolves, new results And its fair enough i just called my bluff Either going big or im going bust And in god we trust so... Tell me, just tell me Will I die on this road to be wealthy Help me, just help me Im tryna find a way to be healthy Envy so much envy Ending entities seem so tempting Venting Im just venting Cant catch breath chest so empty Time to test or is it time to go On a quest with the tribe new scenario Dig for the vibe that im mining for Fight all the demons and minotaurs Never sold my soul i just sold myself And i found my health when i found my wealth And i found it right in my deepest self in my deepest hell Where the demons dwell yo From the flower thrones see a tower grow Walls inside grew phenomenal Then i watch them fall just like dominoes When i steal a slice from a pot of gold Gotta pay your price not optional Pay for time & i charge double Like the fun but i hate trouble Take the bull or i take the brunt Lifes a film & its time to stunt so i need some help Im not tryna front I just need to know if you mean to help bro Tell me, just tell me Will I die on this road to be wealthy Help me, just help me Im tryna find a way to be healthyEmbed

The first place Lyrics And introducing The one and only In the first place, we rushed, dont rush, nigga Niggas in the pool You dont need a motherfucking brush Dont talk to me low-voiced The one and onlyEmbed

Breakfast with Snoochie Shy Freestyle Lyrics Trying to reload in a German like EO Trident got me on the matrix like Neo Still go put five bills in that PO For that tun tun I still pay three o My young boy went and took an L Cant even make him pay what he owe So I just hit the M and make that back We could never say nah to the dough, no Leo These opps just gotta pay homage How many times did they shhh and nyow They dont wanna take their hats off til theyre finished like Neyo Bad B didnt want to step on a visit, no Now shes pissed cause my new ting cooler than Dior Summertimе I gets real Skeng on my waist and thеse cans are real Im just twinning Rambos long like Les Ferdinand and Rio Same way they leave man spinning They went straight for this half a kilo HM Durham, no pillow Pockets nearly on zero Now theyre calling me Ceo Me and Shay top floor 44 cost mill 18 hunna for the new rusty Man grab it and kick it like rugby Yeah I was in the T house, head back dusty Looking up to nudes in country Four and a half in the bando Profit oh so lovely My little bro shitted out the pack and flushed it Tell me how he could be so clumsy? But these bad bs coming to the niz They dont really love me, but they love me From qway, been doing up upsy Yeah, swear man done up more sales than Gumtree If I get me that drop, it wont be nuttin like Humptys Backdoor bus, we could get dumpy These opps cant never get comfy Heart of a lion Skenged up for the field I might catch me a python Snakes in the grass, I dont know whos preeing on my ting Gotta keep money on my mindset Losing weight all last year And I aint ever been on no diet Yo, shh got shh all bait All now gang gotta keep that one quiet I was on heat last night, I done a light shift I couldnt even count those tenners and fivers I was fifteen stepping, stressing out cab drivers Skengs in the wiz, no licence I know full well where the 9 is I know about ridingEmbed