Відео

I just got some info Now I'm bout to lean out the window (Bah, grrah) A dirty headshot, that's my intro (Bah, bah) He's screaming he's involved Now I gotta chase him till he trips up (Grab him) Don't be getting ripped out your gym clothes I don't ramp, I just camp and I slap corn (Bah, bah) If you're breathing, what else you gotta ask for? (Tell me) They put lasers to my chest (Baow), raided my address (Fuck) I had no chance running through the backdoor You can't run when we come G, your time's over (Bah) Bad bitch keeps telling me I'm bipolar Got my bally fully down in this flymotor I buy burners and drop them on my soldiers (Gang, gang) I never took a loss to the heart (Nah) I just load up and shoot opps out the car (Bah) Just got a shot and split the box into half (Split it) Just caught a opp and nearly ripped him apart (Ripped) Started off broke until I levelled up He don't know it's me on Snapchat tryna set him up (Haha) Get the drop then we're setting off Two waps, eleven shots (Bah) Anyone I see that's looking booky, I'm letting off Before music I was shooting, get them facts straight (Pussy) He was tweaking til' we put him in a ashtray (Dead) Spin the car, pull the handbrake (Skrrt-skrrt) You don't wanna see me in the ride, I'll turn his head into a pancake (Bang) They couldn't spend a day in my shoes You don't know about the pressure when you're making the news I'm 'bout to kill the game, they better pay me my dues (Grams) But if not, it's back to plan B, breaking the rules (Bah, bah) Slapped it in his face and then we drove off (Skrrt) I ain't worried 'bout them little clowns bro, they're all washed (They're pussy) They got nothing to lose, I got nothing to prove (Nah) I let it die down then you get shot out the coupe (Bah, bah) Why these rappers love capping 'bout slapping sticks? (Why?) I done my research and clocked it's a bag of shit (Bag of shit) They ain't done it like me (Never), stop fibbing Slapped off the burner, both eardrums ringing (Ah) I done it on a main road (Bah), I done it on a side road (Bah) I done it with a Dillinger, slapped it one eye closed I stepped with a .38, I burst with the sawed-off (Baow) My opps get shot, my door gets kicked off (Boxing) Tell me I'm lyin', then I'm dyin' (Go on) Got him shot without tryin' Done bootings on licence (Bah) All I know is violence, drive-bys, and knifings Can't complain, this how life is Free all my lifers Menace to society (Grrah), the opps wanna ride on me (Grrah) So I stay paranoid, invested in a bag of toys (Big toys) I got bags of sweets, they can't chat to me (Bah) I don't need to pay for shit, bro's tryna slap for free (Bah, bah, bah)

Niggas in my hood say I can make it to the top But, they know that I ain't cappin' And my somethin' put it all up in his top I know some good guys, get their savage on, kidnappin' on Like, how long you been chattin' to the opps? My niggas on tag If I get a drop, he'll tag along They ain't got racks, I'm baffled when they rap about shots I ain't tryna give my heart unless I know that she the one Look me in my eyes, promise me you'll never do me wrong I tried act like I ain't 'bout it, she already clocked the hood in me Half the hood's fake, I'm only bringin' half the hood with me All I need's a mask, pair of gloves, and a hoodie beat Niggas chat like bitches nowadays, make sure your pussy clean Nothin' poppin' off on your behalf, fuck you talkin' 'bout? Niggas say my name too much, that's all they talk about We don't care 'bout work that you worked when we weren't about You ain't workin' nothin' now Don't be throwin' up gang signs with no money in your pockets I got big dreams, I ain't pennyin' your silly comments I got blood on my nigga's shank, but that's not my problem Now there' plugs gettin' sucked, this half-box ain't on Connie Niggas pointin' fingers, if they grab me, I won't point nothin' If I don't bust in rappin', then it's back to wrappin' point ones What you know about bein' desperate for a place for the ting to stay So you tell her it's a toy gun? Feel sorry for my opps, why? Most of them shit at rappin', shit at trappin' Scorin' on civilians, shit at bangin' Who said you can't wear sliders in the trenches? I see opps in my Gucci flip-flops, still get it crackin' Or the Louis ones, Christian Dior drops, but I prefer the Louis ones I got clout, so it's not hard to get the bougie ones They won't tell me nothin' 'bout no Hakkasan, Nobu, or cocktails I bet I'll still pattern that I ain't been bowlin' in time, but, I've been knockin' down hoes like pins, so I'm fine I got rocks in my shine, rocks in this G-pack It's not about wantin', the fiends'dem, they need that I used to do the night shift, and back then I never had three bags My outfit today cost me three bags So don't say I've changed, you're just statin' the obvious I used to watch my olders gettin' money with binoculars I got the opposite sex cattin', banged up with a nigga From my hood we spent most our time chattin', who's set's more on it And comparin' our stabbings He's got more, but I made a nigga white flag it Feel like Charles Lee Ray with this Rammy Or should I say Chucky? See a opp, I'ma leave the scene yucky All I need is twenty seconds, like, say I'm in a hurry I was aimin' for his face, bro was rippin' out his tummy I'm still the perfect son in the eyes of my mummy Even though feds hit the yard tryna find bunnies On the 'Gram, she a star, but not a star from where I'm comin' Surgery head to toe, but to us she's still-Tst If she ain't tryna hold the ones, then to us, she's on nothin' She don't care that I'm Clavish, and that makes me wanna cuff it She don't pop up when she sees my in the Urus or the Culli' And that's still not enough to prove it's not about the money Got some real shit tatted on my stomach My watch two-tone, but it came with several different colours Not a pride thing why I hold grudges But you can't backdoor me and think we're still gonna be brothers Four-forty all in rose If you're talkin' 'bout opps, I've stabbed couple to the bone Hotel, she ain't comin' to my home Half the hood don't promote my songs when they drop Don't know why the fuck they think they're comin' to my shows In school, I used to rob phones, not sell cookies in the corridor Signed to the streets way before I signed to Polydor Young and I'm lit, probably why she mad it sloppy Need a mizzy Why you tryna get a quote for a dotty? Rental link said he's got cars and he won't make a drink But I don't want it if it's possible to see me through the tint Anxiety through the roof when they sent me to the bin Are they fans? Or they foes? When I see them on the wing I can pull up at the garden and flood it with ice One rambo ain't enough, I gotta roll with it twice Yeah, I miss the days when Billy was 'live He used to roll with his gun more than you lil' niggas roll with your knives Got dreams of winnin' some awards Nightmares of turnin' somethin' corpse then after gettin' caught I'm lookin' at my guys in this dinger, "Nigga, is you short?" Thirty years sounds long, not short Then Jung try put the shoes in his thoughts This .38's nearly .40 I just want the thing locked Why's she tellin' me she's horny? Probably somethin' 'bout guns If I'm callin' piss, nana never got to see me ballin' Never got to see me tourin', never got to see me ramboin' up niggas in the mornin' Never got to see me go into the jewellers, don't care that the pouch is LV The pouch is where the tool is If you're in the club without it, then you're foolish And I'm not a fool I don't even try, I just always come across as cool I can't even lie, when I cheffed that little dickhead and the girl, yo And all my niggas watched and saw me do that shit as well, what a goal I'm tellin' fiends, "I still got that shit for sale, I'm sellin' words" Thirty racks, I'll put a sixteen on the scales

Harddd

What 808 is that?

Too good.

You may be in your darkest hour Know that, night don't last forever There's a morning coming in your life Stay down 'til you come up (Stay down 'til you come up) (Stay down 'til you come up) ZEL, this shit crazy (stay down 'til you come up) (Stay down 'til you come up) Ayy Man try say "Am I good?" Bro, do I look okay? Somehow I'm close to home, but still somehow I feel away Don't waste your time and get me mad 'cause bro, I'll ruin your day I still ain't recovered from all this pain I felt back then, but, ayy Yo, tell me what have you done? Show me, talk is cheap Last week man spent like ten, 15 Why would I lie, bro? Here's the receipt I had to cut off my day-one, still Far from shallow, that one was deep Way too busy, I get no sleep Feeling weird, I'm feeling peak I don't force it, I just air it, the rumours, I don't hear it You watching, me clearly, my enemies, I don't fear them Yo, me, I don't care if you like me Me, I don't care if you rate me I've never been one to beg no friendship Yes, I'm like that baby I'm the type to do you wrong And book one flight, let's switch location Trust me, you need that bigger bag That lil' one, is way too basic Don't ever lower your worth, my guy That's when they start treating you mad Uncle see me on the block, said "Ahh, ahh, ahh, you look like your dad" Yo Caramel one, she bad I'm glad, she stuck around for man Ayy, you probably think I'm crazy, I can't fabricate who I am I see one posting her man on Insta' Seeking validation from next man Why are all these relationships so toxic? Nowadays, I don't get that Man try say "Am I good?" Bro, do I look okay? Somehow I'm close to home, but still somehow I feel away Don't waste your time and get me mad 'cah bro, I'll ruin your day I still ain't recovered from all this pain, I felt back then, but, ayy You way too bad to chill with basic bitches That's why I think you're a hoe I hit that one, she put on a show for me, practically sold herself So many years, I was confused Thank God that I found myself Inshallah, I make these mills, I put a smile on Mumzy's face All I ever wanted was a hundred bags Now look, I made that twice Three times, four times, five times, on my life, yo I'm seeing the evil eyes, I'm seeing the spite I'm seeing the jealousy, all this through my eyes It's time to decide Fuck clubs, fuck partying Fuck trying to fit in and socialize Rub elbows with everybody So people can stop calling you weird

Yeah, you dun know already, it's your boy BP Straight up Tigga D, you dun know, holdin' it down (ayy, Madara, run that back) Ten years up in this bitch (AceBeatz) Still doin' what we gotta do, you understand? Niggas 'round here still flip them birds Still got them sticks All my niggas on my side straight blue gang You already know already what's goin' on We're linked up, bitch Movin' as a collective, you understand? Anything blow over here, we're dealin' with We put the- in blue (bluu, bluuwuu) Crept up, hit him with two Who smacked him? Got the whole city confused (bah-bah-bah) Rest up Gucc' (rest up Gucc'), tie up the boots Roll up and eliminate yutes (paow) It looks good on the 'net, you pussy Live in the flesh, your niggas are zoots (yeah) They got- gassed up, 'bout assassin 'Til he heard our ting slapping (brr) No one in- can level my badness You can't be talking 'bout my block (bah-bah) As if, the AK's massive, the corn start crashin' Them man start dashin', we nearly peeled him (bah-bah) Multiple mashings, multiple splashings We caught his brother and- (bluuwuu) Roll up, tump out the 'matic (buh-buh) Test the waters and see if it's chattings (baow, baow, baow) I got tired of stabbings, in- alone, better add three slappings (baow, baow, baow) B better add a next two, and- better add a next one (brr, baow) Twelve gauge broke had to buy a next gun (baow) I was young first time I shot someone's son (woi, woi) Slipped and got tucked into bed (baow, baow) Permanent rest, he ran out of breath (brr) Any last words and you're screamin' out, "Help" Bro, who's gonna help when you're already dead? (baow, baow, baow) Got packed 'cause of in-house beef They don't drill over here so they- their own friends (yeah, yeah) Left- too saucy, brought back slavery Broke that pole on his head (bah, bah, bah) I smoke too much-, I ain't tryna run man down, pussio try run from a bullet (grrt, baow-baow) The mash is local, grab it and full it If not, slide with a knife and jook it Catch me a pirate, I'll captain hook him (yeah) Gruesome and brutal, and diggin' and twistin', gorey sight, you don't wanna be lookin' I bored man's spine and he dropped in the bushes (yeah) I'm the aggressor, never the victim (no) He can't remember, ruined his thinkin' (no) The way gang ripped him, dipped him, ching him, ching him Tomahawk, run him and kill him (yeah, yeah) The things that I think, me and you are different (grrah, grrah, bah) Catch me a pack and go sleep like I didn't (bah) Boot off the door, then beat off the 4s, hope we end your life in the place you're livin' (buh-buh) To the- (bah, bah, bah) Stop it, that ain't no active pattern Got shot and he died on the scene, oi, pass me the weed Let me roll this- 10 v. 1 got cheffed in my bum, cheffed him in his lung, don't talk about- (bah, bah) Licked off a- and he flew in the air Now he's in the air, man, I wish I'd- (finish him) Got slapped, wish bro got a headshot Happy that my man died, but I'm pissed that gang didn't pack off- (woi, woi) Just circled the whole of- man for his next stop (baow) Let me see- on the-, back my shaver, I'ma cut that deadlock Life taker, I ain't givin' out leg shots If you're tough, better back what you're sayin' We do walk-ups or we drive by sprayin' He got bored up, ten wounds what I gave him I'm cravin' packs, let me find where you're staying Swingin' them swords, I ain't doin' my chores And I boot off the door if I can't find a way in Slide and man turn into pack not patience Slid over there made the Glock start rainin' I heard- talkin', he ain't talkin' no more, got packed off, chest got slapped off (bah, bah, bah) Nah-, everyone thought it was the guys packed him 'Cause we been shootin' on that block (baow, bah-bah) Rollin' the P and I'm takin' man's hat off Try do it to- but he dashed off (dashed off) Back to the dotty on them, did a scratch-off Would've been five of them dead if bro banged off (buh-buh) Fuck-, they ain't touched no one from- why they rappin' like that They been stabbed and blamed But the guys did an eye Three boys in jail for them shootings, stop cappin' like that (cap, cap, cap) Sharpen the blade, carved up his face, dark in the rave, loaded Ready to bark in a place, he got bored in his head, it was far from a fade Gang tore him to shreds with the sharpest of blades Like, what's the confusion? Broad day bootings Eveybody knows that the- losin' If I get the drop with a Glock, I'm routin' Slap 'til the hang-ting's toothless (baow, baow) Side by side, shotguns, we abuse them I gave the order, Vladimir Putin Somethin' got bunned, to my ears, that's music Family's grievin', crime scene gruesome (dead) Cro got the get back, I salute him, now I got- all in my blue slim (bluuwuu) Nigga, don't be stupid, free CJ from the 10, Bluuwuu shit (bluuwuu) Us or them, what side are you choosing? I'm really into it, don't find it amusin' Spoke to bro on the phone, said, "Which one's dyin'? Killed- on Tuesday" We make families grieve (cry) They bring up my name in that mornin' briefs I'm armed and dodgy, I'm linked to bodies Go on then, ask police (no cap) Selfish got- trying to visit his friends (gang) Had Rackz tryna argue with me Wash slime of my blade in Aunty's sink And watch the cookies, it's hard to believe If it's war, I'm not gonna stop (not a chance) The Lord knows if I clock me an opp, it's hot up Bro, which one's gonna drop? The- done got shot in his shop (bah) Crocodile teeth gettin' done in the Crocs If the star had dogs, I ran with the crop We turn up West as well, we bun-, we cheffed up- I didn't hit run to the 'net when I hit up the ends I did it with a brownin', that's high-power Bro got touched, couldn't sit there sour I lit up two estates within a hour Nine out of ten, it's me that's bootin' Mission complete when I petrol shower Opps send threats it don't make no sense Should I step- and kick up the flowers? .38s grab no salt, .22 long like the Eiffel Tower Austin with a hand-ting got powers, and I don't wanna hear 'bout- He got chinged on the corner of Powis Lugga, Nines, get him devoured Spread them pellets, shotgun showers Hehahahahahahaha It do hit different when niggas think you got no bodies, gang I'll bug up, do your homework, bro We really be killin' niggas, man (gang)

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I'd rather die than rap about things I didn't do F-Block, I swear my Kurdish savages got missing screws (Baow) You don't wanna cross the line if it's me stopping by (Grrah) Big four fizzy, one flat-head will rock his mind (Headshot) From jail to the roads, I'm on the same shit (Same shit) Jumped out the dinger, summertime, gun blazing (Baow-baow) I don't need to chase him, my soldiers gonna catch him (Grab him) Said she wants a shooter, bet she knows that I'm established (Swear) Feds on my back, tryna raid me for dumb shit (Pussies) Probably think I keep a bag of straps where my mum lives (Ha) Certified shooter, slap my stick off with one hand (One) I'ma tell the fans the true stories of a gunman (Let's go) From fifteen to eighteen, I already shot three (Three) Feds tryna point me out in photos, that's not me (Nah) I done glides and never spoke about it (Bang) I dropped GR the spinners, since then he ain't rolled without it (Grrah) Free my little bros, I'm pissed off the judge birded 'em Free GetRound, he's not in jail for no burgling For certain G, the opps wanna murder me It's not only music beats that my block are murdering (Facts) Let me catch akhi, I'm smoking him (Bah) You can't hide when I ride, I know it's him (Bah, bah) Boot off the door, I'm rolling in (Grrah) Pull back the hammer, see the barrels start blowing wind (Bah, bah, bah) Fuck him, he's irrelevant (Bah) He ain't done a thing since I peppered him (Baow) Caught him by the pub and I severed him (Bah) I just sit back and I observe Heard he wants a verse, how much man has he shot first? I ain't linking no nerds 'cause they ruin my image (Fuck) How does Booter make dough? Tell 'em "Stay out my business" (Pussies) Big wap in the car anytime I'm spinnin' (Skrrt) Let him run, I'll shoot him and then slap the witness (Baow) Let them drive through the ends and keep thinking it's safe (Go on) Till I make a phone call and get him slapped on the pave' (Slapped) He spoke up in jail so I shanked off his face (Shanked) Put a grand in his account and made him stamp on his brains (Baow) I was sitting in the dock when you were chilling with a thot Why's he rapping bout the gang but he ain't spinning on my block? (Pussy) Can't get the G-lock, then I'm bringing out the dots (Bah, bah) I can't force him to ride, he's either with it or he's not (Facts)

Both hands on this heina Like its quarter to nine Her body figure shape An 8 I probably rate her a nine 7/10 times she probably Fucks on the side She wants cream out The pie ain't got a reason to lie Shotty shells comes cheap Every bullets a five Im putting money into square And saying watch with the line That's 4pf Im doing good The cars don't do no mileage Give you what you want That's everything except this designer Three minutes with your Bitch got you thinking I'd wife her Two more minutes then I leave Because I just don't like her Two spinners in the car incase The car whip can't drive That's the police over There you best turn those lights off Spending money on guns Need a kill switch Make sure to pick up My phone when you get here 2018 my whole block made a million 2019 we made more that the last year 2020 made a couple plans And decisions Leaked a couple songs That the streets never heard of 2021 is big booty Brazilians Slim thick chick cute nails And her hair done 2022 is glock nine extendo 2k22 plates on the Benzo 2023 they letting most Of my friends go 2024 up more at your man do She fell in love With a trapper trapstar I can take you round The world in my black car She gon ride this wave Im her master And she keep on running Like a track star She fell in love With a trapper trapstar I can take you round The world in my black car She gon ride this wave I'm her master And she keep on running Like a track star Big stick got power (Austin) More money more problems (Boss Shit) In a foreign whip with a Boss Bitch She mistake my dick with the glock stick All this money got me Running exhausted All these bitches keep On coming that's nonsense New switch gon solve my problems In the trap with somalis And the shooters All this talk can never change Just look at the chains on my neck My brother done 5 came home to Pateks I know that they burning They hate when I flex Cause we came from the gutter Now move states in jets My outfit look better When it come with the glock fitted She only fuck with scammers And she hangs with them drug dealers She's on my niggas lap And she got clap till he's finished I like revolvers cause shells Inside the strap stays in it My broskie doing 10 I still Don't know what to tell him 12 shots 6 each call My spinners they're twinners Got 2 bitches on my lap Im getting both of them jealous They keep talking on my business I don't know what to tell them She fell in love With a trapper trapstar I can take you round The world in my black car She gon ride this wave I'm her master And she keep on running Like a track star She fell in love With a trapper trapstar I can take you round The world in my black car She gon ride this wave I'm her master And she keep on running Like a track star 2023 Imma Boss up More money more power Remember when I use To take the bus down Now all the rolies are bust down Baddies make the bust down bust it

Idk how u did it but it sounds great

I'd rather die than rap about things I didn't do F-Block, I swear my Kurdish savages got missing screws (Baow) You don't wanna cross the line if it's me stopping by (Grrah) Big four fizzy, one flat-head will rock his mind (Headshot) From jail to the roads, I'm on the same shit (Same shit) Jumped out the dinger, summertime, gun blazing (Baow-baow) I don't need to chase him, my soldiers gonna catch him (Grab him) Said she wants a shooter, bet she knows that I'm established (Swear) Feds on my back, tryna raid me for dumb shit (Pussies) Probably think I keep a bag of straps where my mum lives (Ha) Certified shooter, slap my stick off with one hand (One) I'ma tell the fans the true stories of a gunman (Let's go) From fifteen to eighteen, I already shot three (Three) Feds tryna point me out in photos, that's not me (Nah) I done glides and never spoke about it (Bang) I dropped GR the spinners, since then he ain't rolled without it (Grrah) Catch me in the T w the rappers and slappers Catch me in a stolen ride passing with all the guys Catch me w ma shank on hip w the killers and trappers Ion care am ruthless you get slapped on camera It’s the life that I live but am givin it up Coz am getting some guidance from the lord up above But al still go and slap it if you giving that back chat But you don’t say shit real life just on snap chat Don’t say nish when a see u in person A could slap off again leave one of you hurtin Told bro a do it quick let Wu roll round in circles But if we catch one of them am getting them down for curtain Boot off the door, I'm rolling in (Grrah) Pull back the hammer, see the barrels start blowing wind (Bah, bah, bah) Fuck him, he's irrelevant (Bah) He ain't done a thing since I peppered him (Baow) Caught him by the pub and I severed him (Bah) I just sit back and I observe Heard he wants a verse, how much man has he shot first? I ain't linking no nerds 'cause they ruin my image (Fuck) How does Booter make dough? Tell 'em "Stay out my business" (Pussies)

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Booter bee doesn’t even know me Pop out with a remix n then the hit me with “Need some more please “ Ave been hustling since a was about 14 Step in the game n a wiped floor clean

super hard

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"Every fuckin day in the diggi dash, Queen Lizzy rollin' with my crew so fast, on the first day i collect 10 bags, Gotta hustle hard for that paper stack, thoughts in my mind, this is what they're sayin'. Go grab the bally and hook that B-side rookie in the face, and thats most sincerely, been up all night its Am time early, grindin'. Baggin' up two in the cling, the wrist games always fuckin working can't tell me 'bout lurkin but why these Bury side fellas ain't learnin', if my squad's ridin' out, I'll be ready to firm it. Grip that steady when I burst it, thats what im on, now u can't tell me 'bout lurkin'! 2 man deep on a ped, or 5 man deep in the dinger, itching to bang my led, then the bine hits my man on the head, Swear on my fuckin life ill be seeing red when i stomp that pussio on the head, this beef is messed’ always fuckin tense on the head, no man in this earth that can ever make me pressed, i love my fuckin spinner but gotta do my thing solo if I ain't with the hittas, that those are my real killers. Free them if they ever get nicked, fuck with dem then ur deffo getting pitched

THANK YOU I NEEDED THIS

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"Beat2 " I get high first Dont need to tell you to much To say thats my lifes cursed They trying to treat me different For being diverse Putting in the work Looking for my cinderella with The right curves Tell me about rapping This is lightwork Aint got to say to much to prove a point Like all i got in this world is my balls and my word like homie your getting on my last nerve Life is a privelege Yet people sell there soul and burn bridges I guess that what your lifes worth Stepping into unknown waters Surrounded by icebergs Dont trust people you call family Is what ive learnt Cried many tears Filling a crystal lake Till my eyes burn In this game you, can eiether Be the big fish or a small worm People being judging you as the world turns

Louie

Where is the loop from?

Why don't you include your social media handles etc. ?

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here early talent just keep going

Devilish beat ✝️

Harddd

This goes fkn hardddd💯🔥🔥😜😜💰💰

capoo

rather die than rap about things I didn't do F-Block, I swear my Kurdish savages got missing screws You don't wanna cross the line if it's me stopping by Big four fizzy, one flat-head will rock his mind From jail to the roads, I'm on the same shit Jumped out the dinger, summertime, gun blazing I don't need to chase him, my soldiers gonna catch him Said she wants a shooter, bet she knows that I'm established Feds on my back, tryna raid me for dumb shit Probably think I keep a bag of straps where my mum lives Certified shooter, slap my stick off with one hand I'ma tell the fans the true stories of a gunman From fifteen to eighteen, I already shot three Feds tryna point me out in photos, that's not me I done glides and never spoke about it I dropped GR the spinners, since then he ain't rolled without it Free my little bros, I'm pissed off the judge birded 'em Free GetRound, he's not in jail for no burgling For certain G, the opps wanna murder me It's not only music beats that my block are murdering Let me catch akhi, I'm smoking him You can't hide when I ride, I know it's him Boot off the door, I'm rolling in Pull back the hammer, see the barrels start blowing wind Fuck him, he's irrelevant He ain't done a thing since I peppered him Caught him by the pub and I severed him I just sit back and I observe Heard he wants a verse, how much man has he shot first? I ain't linking no nerds cah' they ruin my image How does Booter make dough? Tell 'em "Stay out my business" Big wap in the car anytime I'm spinning Let him run, I'll shoot him and then slap the witness Let them drive through the ends and keep thinking it's safe Til' I make a phone call and get him slapped on the pave He spoke up in jail so I shanked off his face Put a grand in his account and made him stamp on his brains I was sitting in the dock when you were chilling with a thot Why's he rapping bout the gang but he ain't spinning on my block? Can't get the G-lock, then I'm bringing out the dots I can't force him to ride, he's either with it or he's not

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A next banger bro 🔥💯🔥💯🔥💯

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808s on this go hard

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Yeah, let's do it my way, I wanna win We in the lines, I got the scorpion in the gym I play with the bitch and I made this money out on the ring Fuck like she thick, but she slim She watch what she eat in the gym, I'm divin' in I'm in, surfed, that little nigga want a job and he dyin' to work We ain't tryna have a holiday in Cali, we tryna fly in first I couldn't get Addys, no Xannys and Parots, I'm just tryna get turnt Still findin' my way, you gotta wait, guess it ain't your turn Big bag full of bullets, stolen plates on the Golf R A Porsche Cayenne, the V6 that I treat like a golf cart I'm still on my Demons, he in Palm Angels, I'm in Chrome Hearts I been smokin' the cleanest, if it ain't ten, then it's all Runtz Fashion Week all summer, Balenciaga my come up I used to jugg out the Civic, but now, I'm on the list for a Cullinan I used to show love to the kid, but he switched sides like a bum again Bro came with train showin' his face, but he know that he's comin' in I think these diamonds real and they glow with me in the dark I think these diamonds healing me, bro's tearin' me apart I know these side effects from this love will hit when you've gone I know these side effects from this love will hit when you've gone I think these diamonds real and they glow with me in the dark I think these diamonds healing me, bro's tearin' me apart I know these side effects from this love will hit when you've gone I know these side effects from this love will hit when you've gone I'm in the trap with prints All my cars are five percent tinted like the president Platinum plain so elegant DBE World in the crib with bass, said you been playin' all-day Just bought another crib, I'ma build another floor Two-hundred K, car came with a fridge Keep the Codeine-deine co-cold, we lit Stick to the G-G code, don't snitch Can I just please, please talk my shit? Shit, can I please, please take you out? Dress you up, dress you down? I know that he stress you out Put you in that new-new Bet he get the message now I can make your problems go On the road, tell me where you wanna go Tell me what you wanna know Baby, all my actions show Got your Cuban wrapped in gold Lookin' like a rapper, whoa I'm a thug, I only love you halfway She wanna get work done down in Harley Wanna make some Tik Toks down in Bali Rider chick, she laughin' mid car chase I'ma keep tellin' you I think these diamonds real and they glow with me in the dark I think these diamonds healing me, bro's tearin' me apart I know these side effects from this love will hit when you've gone I know these side effects from this love will hit when you've gone I think these diamonds real and they glow with me in the dark I think these diamonds healing me, bro's tearin' me apart I know these side effects from this love will hit when you've gone I know these side effects from this love will hit when you've gone

I was looking for this bruv💯wish you luck

Dalla merda a tutto questo Dal blocco del cemento Bimbi giocano in strada senza smettere un momento Passo le giornate in after coon un sogno nel cassetto Voglio vedere quando ti diro te l avevo detto Qua chi Spacca spacca fallisce è la stessa storia sembra un cinema, pillola Ce l ho in corpo ma questa vita Devo viverla Sono questo da sempre non cambiero mai di una virgola Voglio dirti ciò che penso devo togliermi quel vicolo Non porto rancore a chi ha voluto abbandonarmi Tanto tra 5 anni al mio concerto mi diranno di conoscermi Ma sai che forse dovrei ringraziarli Grazie a loro ho fatto I miei passi falsi Qualche volta sogno di cadere cone sassi E poi risvegliarmi senza il rumore dei passi Da solo per 10 anni mettiti nei miei panni Senza nessuno accanto mentre stai sprecando gli anni Dolore addosso come delle spine Sono apatico non sono felice Sono stanco di essere triste A questo dolore non ci sarà mai una fine Non ho mai detto di venire dalla strada E stata una mia scelta non cadere in quella merda Perché vedemo amici essere risucchiati dentro E poi non uscire e restare in quella melma Spero cambi tutto e di cambiare la mia vita Non voglio essere un fallito come questi qua Che giudicano la situazione senza viverla La fine per loro sarà la morte nell'invidia Poco tempo fa ero senza un obbiettivo Ora ce l ho devo aggredirlo ma senza fare il cattivo Tu lo fai come gli altri e sei esaustivo La mia shit e differente lo percepisci al primo udito Mi rimpiangerai Sentendoti solo Piangi nella stanza Giuro sarò il primo Meritando tutto Non è che mi vanto È che ho fame e basta Dolore addosso come delle spine Sono apatico non sono felice Sono stanco di essere triste A questo dolore non ci sarà mai una fine

i was your 100 sub

Thanks for the version with the guitar.

Yooo my bro. How you been? Any chance you could do the second song on Mk Blackbox 2018, 'J'ai Douté' from 'In The Sky' album apparently

Hard af👊🏽🔥🔥🔥

Pls try again G we need it ❤️