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Must have forgot I'm a savage I don't cheff man once, I go over the top like a jacket Bad B wanna come to the Niz, I'm tryna put a crop in her attic What do you mean you won't hold this dots? Why's this thot so dramatic I whip coke in a Pyrex pot with the magic, chop it and bag it Hit shots to the addicts, peng white girl like Roger the Rabbit I lost count of the man that I've robbed for a package But if I get a good price on the box then I'll grab it It was tuna and noodles in jail, now me and my girl just lobster and crab it This ain't pasta, G sales unlocked from a packet Live corn for the opps, put two in the dots and slap it Got it in my trench coat, not unexpected but I got all the gadgets On my block I'm a boss, it's not a shock like static Cut from a different cloth, can't feel the cuffs through my fabric Couple man fell off, turned soft, couldn't hack it I can never see my friend in beef, and watch and not back it If it weren't for loss and expenses, could've sittin' on quarter of a M I keep my ting for protection, attack's the best form of defence What do you know 'bout doing a booting one day, hitting the sauna the next? Gunpowder's a bitch, gotta make sure your pores are all cleansed My girl was pregnant, tellin' me the baby's kickin' Them times there it was opp block settings, finding my latest victim So much dirt on my rap sheet, dots takes up the space on my back seat Still, I got my young boy begging me to take it with him They ain't got waps, don't make me laugh like Dave Chappelle Always keep smoke on me, RV ain't taking L's Letras de cancionesI told mum I'll never go back in, but 24/7 I'm packin' Can't get caught lackin', I'd rather go straight to jail Think you can pull up on me and back your shank? Don't play yourself Spin-spin ting holds six, you can get the whole thing, I ain't savin' bells I was sixteen in the 9, with sixteen in the 9 Ends ringing off from the shots, didn't even hear when the cases fell Got a brown ting that holds my wap and she looks like K. Michelle She don't mean nuttin' to me but she's saved on my phone under 'baby girl' I done earned me a space in hell but I still ask God for forgiveness What do you know about running down opps like shitden I really need to work on my fitness All the opps I've chased, I'm tired, put in so much work I retired Bro would've came if I asked but I went on my own, no help was required They ain't out here, they're liars, my shank game like Michael Myers Don't wanna see me slap it in reverse, skid, skrr, burn out the tyres Them man chat, I'm about actions, get that pack, break it to fractions If you see me with gang in the picture, that's drillers and trappers, we don't need captions Verbal abuse ain't apart of my life, I just get 'round there and try catch them I was on the opp block lurking, my girl was at home getting contractions If I never went to jail for puttin' in work, lord knows OFB would've gone clear Came and the streets are cold so I copped some heat and I bought me a Moncler Still get-got if you're from there, push your wig back like LeBron's hair Went Enfield, had a shank on my waist, tryna get that three on the boss chair From Letras Mania