Pan-fried Songtext

Kano

von Hoodies All Summer

Pan-fried Songtext
Said, "I just changed the frequency"

Situation
You don't really want (to) test my patience
Them can't penny with me, henny with me, little any pickney
Yeah
The money be my motivation
Them can't steady with we, ready with ease cah we raised in the east

Situation
You don't really want (to) test my patience
Them can't penny with me, henny with me, little any pickney
Yeah
The money be my motivation
Them can't steady with we, ready with ease cah we raised in the east

Champagne haffi pop
On Mondays in case Friday flops
We celebrate life non-stop
Cah we made it off the block
And Bizzle got the Rolls Royce drop
G family vacay-ing like a boss
Tell a hater we made it
Never that, the saying complacent
This is that grinding through the grave shift
Now we're on stages
Reminiscing, times like then were so priceless
I was in the ends when Kenny from Network was buying out Benz
So now it's high end when Iyani spend
Climatised yes
No shine on my neck
But the stripes on my creps so drug dealer-esque
You can smell the East on me
Like pink Ralphs and Versace blue jeans on me
I told my cuzzy "don't worry, I got ps on me"
We fuck club up, then flee the scene
Drive two Mercs off the floor, me and Bashy in the dealership
All black, all facts, man didn't even leak the shit
Big man ting, it's a big man ting
If you grip my tings, it's a hitman ting
I don't leave my crib if there ain't chicks and ting
And man don't even touch road if it ain't wristband ting
Yeah
Chin chin! With cheers, eye to eye
The class of Deja's doing fine

Situation
You don't really want (to) test my patience
Them can't penny with me, henny with me, little any pickney
Yayyy
The money be my motivation
Them can't steady with we, ready with ease cah we raised in the
East

Yayyy
Round here's so crazy
See shadows move shady
Been through the dark to the daylight

Always spending, never stunting though
The stunting shit will stunt your growth
The whole hood got love for me
For never frontin', no fakin', no fuckeries
Hail up my brothers, but they need a compass
We're tryna navigate out of this concrete jungle
If I don't see you at the other side?
Same 831 number bro, you still can dial
Still higher power fearing though
No religion, just the realist soul
When I step out in my Stans
Beg you 'low it big man, bad energies fi cross the road
Move bitch, don't be ludicrous
S-class, I'm so used to this
Chest nah rock a Cuban link
Puff cigars with Rich, he got the Cuban link
Fly to Bilbao for lunch
Back by the evening, that's what grafters do when we're up
Lowkey coz I'm in the cut
But talk tough then your Mudda haffi suck rudeboy
Don Peri out of paper cups
Can't take the Manor out of us
We take the Mandem out with us
And...
*Akkin hell!*

Situation
You don't really want (to) test my patience
Them can't penny with me, henny with me, little any pickney
Yayyy
The money be my motivation
Them can't steady with we, ready with ease cah we raised in the
East

Yayyy
Round here's so crazy
See shadows move shady
Been through the dark to the daylight
Ya-ya
Yo