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Remember when I couldn't save a little pinky Now I count 10 bands and pinkies Big waps, shotguns and .50’s .44 deadly, spin dat quickly Jump out gang Jump out gang we leave the opp block looking smoky and litty We make racks and we crash Fry up the place like we work in a chippy My young niggas way too chingy Or more time he makes phone line ringy Bro just stepped out blingy, cold as fuck, too chilly Smoke in dem cookies, thinking deep I need paper like Diddy Man stepped out on violence, man came round on fuckree Me, I got 5 for a big .45, can’t lie they buss me If I got back yet, I would’ve been mad, swear down trust me Free 9Goddy, young trap boss who fucks up country Real life stuff, no pokies My main darg, dem go walkies Go Tinseltown with a .40 2 tings at a table was awkward 5.0 put Wes on in the jailhouse My gosh, there still on the mandem Chilling, also were oso active Bare man been grabbed with cannons My bro like Liquez got paper Letras de cancionesLines on, online like data No Angolans like Craper Slowz ain’t on games like Sega Yh I lay girls down like carpet Your gyal wants to tastes mans parsnip Young boys couldn’t fuck with R6 Stone Isl little bone takes target The reasons they hate on we Take a look at my life success Can’t you see I’m all in diamonds? 4 racks in my mouth I spent If you wanna work with we Your look at a next expense Cos you still need dem bands Don’t care if you spend them on friends 674, Imma ride to the end All for my brothers, I rise up the skeng I do this for real, I don’t fucking with 10 Still up on my block, I’m still up in the ends Thanking the lord, I came out of the pen Free all my brothers that got over 10 Remember when I couldn't save a little pinky Now I count 10 bands and pinkies Big waps, shotguns and .50’s .44 deadly, spin dat quickly Jump out gang Jump out gang we leave the opp block looking smoky and litty I need paper like Diddy 4 doors and blickies Jump out gang Jump out gang, come round leave everything icky You don’t wanna be a big man running and getting hit, don’t be silly How many man got grabbed for waps?, The block hot like a chilly Snoopz in the mains with a big bike, moving like he’s Infilly Money haffi make, I thank god that I’m busy Making doe, im on 17 like a gilet Tryna slap a dome, diamonds twerk like a bitch from Philly I’ve seen your racks I can spend dat and make dat back New year, new plug That means no more chilling with kats It’s been 6 years, I can finally say welcome home Trap Back, dem man did a bait face When we turned up and got a you wacked These days man glide with the stem Nack dem did it with Max Should be sitting down for a while So I know I ain’t chilling with racks They want me on the wing all summer There’s no way I’m looking through flats Bro put 20 on his wrist It’s so bait he’s delivering packs Remember when I couldn't save a little pinky Now I count 10 bands and pinkies Big waps, shotguns and .50’s .44 deadly, spin dat quickly Jump out gang Jump out gang we leave the opp block looking smoky and litty We make racks and we crash Fry up the place like we work in a chippy My young niggas way too chingy Or more time he makes phone line ringy Bro just stepped out blingy, cold as fuck, too chilly Smoke in dem cookies, thinking deep I need paper like Diddy From Letras Mania