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
"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
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)
Harddd
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
"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
Bro u got snap
@@SaifSyed-fx3mt nah uno
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)