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Yeah, look, let's go Bout time I move off I was on the strip tryna rake it, get home yard and I watched some boondocks Pretty one said she wanna come crib, blindfold ting till she takes her shoes off Swe-sweetest ting, blow my stick whIle I'm blowing my moon rocks Lagga, Yo Yo wait, just cool off Don't move yet got a sale but by the park for a one of the dark and two rocks Told the gyal you ain't stay for long so there's no point relaxing and taking shoes off (yeah) I never met El Chapo was a youth from the hood that I first got food from Look, first got food off of big bro, I was out here, I was doing my job Then I hit a lick, no bingo, took a quick pack off a foolish fuck Nigga, why not? Me I need cash, he gon' stack up my prof I was like "Damn, I need to better my stack", he was like "Damn, I need to better my watch" Yo, you bought jewels and copped no hammers, in all honesty bro, you're doing it backwards Machines get copped then the whip gets copped and so do bullets and stab vests Told my bro when you're checking for CCT, make sure you check all the cameras Saw your opp and you never wan creep it, that's a rookie move, should've took advantage Yeah, nigga let me advance, why T mad cah he missed this swing Taz in the can cah he took his chance, Tesco bag if I got no gym I can't hit that chick if she got no arse, Jakes pop out that's a serious sprint cah that K9 grips anybody who's last Sweetest flavours not fragrance get put in my pot I weren't tryna get no thot, I was parked outside Steve's spot Bro-bro with meanest drop SongtexteStill stardawg for the regulars, gelati if you're feeling posh They come here tryna even odds Yo, the Jamaicans say that I'm hard head Cah even when I'm on the island I'm still tryna rise machines and rass it Auntie Debbie still pissed with me, didn't send her a thing now she calls down crasses Copped my flick shank pon the market for times when it's stiff and I can't bring the darg in M's got the carbine in the function, metal detectors, must be faulty Either way, man's cool, man's cozy, told bro "You're good man, produce your Rollie" Two man up in three blacked out stoleys, this is the wrong day to wear man's stoney Asking hella questions, is my man nosy? Going gym everyday, won't help when this .38 slug beats through protein Yo, I heard my man's rapping now (yeah), what's he gunna talk about, footie? (what) A thousand pebs in this cunch mobile, mad man I don't stand at no bookies Look, I don't even want them cookies, it smells too weak and her buzz look boomy And she ain't even giving no nookie but I still put one on her best friend's nunie Yo, I can't lie, I'm not too bothered she hold contrabands for a minimal fee Bad bitch don't ask for no P in between just weekly lickings of weed (yeah) Damn, bitch pick up my trees, I bill big heads in the trap I got kit kats tryna pick up my leaves Lil nigga but the force too clean Stack my cash just to say Regine Two hours on they work, shank in my hand, I don't need no beam Yo, mhmm, niggas getting it mixed What have you done this lockdown? Corona time, I bought two new sticks Either probation or high street bop and that's the only time man roll with flicks Aus Songtexte Mania