It was me on that sofa
It was me on that sofa [Me
I tool solo trips to Dover, b-b-bricks and boulders
Or me and Hitz with our tips pre-rolled up [My n#gg#
Stones and stoners [My n#gg#
Party, aunties talkin’ ’bout put my coat up, it’s not possible [No way
What’s under my jacket is horrible [Nasty
Flat is fly these bells, unstoppable [Baow, baow
Run-run, get shot, if you drop, man stand on top of you [Finish it
Rip it and if man move more, I make the T-shirt look more colourful [Baow, baow
The coast over here ain’t pretty, this ain’t the tropics [Not pretty]
8-8-8 boys, real hot topics [Really
I try get Nicki to lock this blicky
She said that hеr brother will clock it under the bеd, not in the closet
You’re under pressure, who’s gonna stop it? [No one
Nothin’ but screams and cry’s when I chopped it
He saw feds, but he failed when he hoped that he hopped it [Hopeless
I want death, so I’m on the ride with shooters, yes [Gang
Wish a million corn can fit in this ruler, that’s a refills, you stretch [Die L’s
Got the best, nothin’ more, nothin’ less
I ain’t gotta let them know in my text [No, brrt
I ain’t gotta claim like the work express, which town’s next? [Which town’s next?
Which town’s next for a conquer? [Which one?
OT, man slick with it, I’m my own armed responder [Solo
Low-key, man creep with it, land that a little bit longer [Land that
This ain’t a game or movie, lift this straight to the doctors [Lifted
Slide through the block late night if you wanna meet real life mondters [Slide to the A
You ain’t in this league, there’s levels to this
Trap do both, that’s pebbles or bits [Trappy
One double O on your head, that’s a hell of a split [That’s a hell of a split
You might rap like a shooter, trust me, he’s never been it [No way
Them man in fields don’t ever bring kit
When will I quit? [Never
From I wake up
These thoughts play in my mind [f#ck
Each opp block gettin’ taped up, which one ain’t seen bine
Trip-trip-trip and get shaped up, slip in shavin’ time [Shing that, shing that
The crime rate just went way up, guess-guess-guess who made it rise? [Who?
Don’t cut through, that shit’s too risky [Too risky
This one-two-five better get me to sixty [Skrrt
Five-O on my rear, fifth gear ain’t enough, gotta plus ten, quickly [I’m off
They nearly nicked me, but I’m too nifty, back to the block, it’s sticky [Back to the block
They don’t wanna let free Billy, that’s shotguns and glizzys [Big ones]
It was me on that sofa [Me
I tool solo trips to Dover, b-b-bricks and boulders
Or me and Hitz with our tips pre-rolled up [My n#gg#
Stones and stoners [My n#gg#
Party, aunties talkin’ ’bout put my coat up, it’s not possible [No way
What’s under my jacket is horrible [Nasty
Flat is fly these bells, unstoppable [Baow, baow
Run-run, get shot, if you drop, man stand on top of you [Finish it
Rip it and if man move more, I make the T-shirt look more colourful [Baow, baow
The coast over here ain’t pretty, this ain’t the tropics [Tropics]
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