Rymez
Yo, ADP on this boy
[Stefflon Don]
Don too cold‚ I like clothes‚ he like zoots‚ he like Benz
Always on road in a next man's ends
Tryna catch a paigon slippin', just to hit him with a skeng and that's mad
Cah he got a good girl and she badder than bad
Every man wan’ beat but she ain't like that
Face too pretty but she got a little back
But the nigga ain't ready for a Don like that
Pull up, reverse‚ pull up, reverse, pull up‚ reverse, back it up
[Headie One]
Pull up, reverse, man do it up the curb, all now when I see X5's, man swerve
I told shawty I don't trap, man rap, but try know I been a bad boy from birth
She loves jewels, she wants shoes, I just gotta match that Prada purse
All now it's eighteen O's of dirt, all now I get a text from Sandra first
[NAV]
Hop in my foreign and I swerve (Skrr, swerve)
I always wanted to stuff my money, made me worse (Yeah)
Heard you’re tryna find out what I'm worth (Yeah, ahh)
Every time pull up, I make sure that they feelings hurt (Bitch)
I just put a bachelor condo on my wrist, yeah (On my wrist, yeah)
Can't live like this, gotta ride 'round with a stick, yeah (Pew, pew, pew)
Catch me lackin', shoot me in the head, I ain't givin' up shit, yeah
On the road for ten years, mans ain't take no diss, yeah (Yeah)
[Headie One & Stefflon Don]
She stylish and want a man that's stylish
Walk with five in my jean, no Wyclef
Show that show, that's lightwork
Still, I can't get apply from Trident
She wanna step and eat steak and lobster
I'm tryna make her cook steamed and fried fish
She likes sex and I like it too
Still make her mind colourful
I don't want my man on the road no more
I don't wanna do M, fly O no more
Come home and come show me that
Who gonna answer when the fiends dem call?
Who's gonna answer when the feds dem knock?
Beatin' down doors and you're doing up spots
I know feds on me cah I got two stripes, yeah
I'm scared if they hit it with a third, I'm gone
[ Headie One]
It loves me, I gotta love it back
Course I do, 'cause it brought me back
I didn't trap, couldn't buy me a Gucci bag, so I bought me a cube of crack
Been in the trap for years, so you know that the gang ain't new to waps
Still tryna juggle this trap and rap, all of my fiends turn, facts
[NAV]
Hop in my foreign and I swerve (Skrr, swerve)
I always wanted to stuff my money, made me worse (Yeah)
Heard you’re tryna find out what I'm worth (Yeah, ahh)
Every time pull up, I make sure that they feelings hurt (Bitch)
I just put a bachelor condo on my wrist, yeah (On my wrist, yeah)
Can't live like this, gotta ride 'round with a stick, yeah (Pew, pew, pew)
Catch me lackin', shoot me in the head, I ain't givin' up shit, yeah
On the road for ten years, mans ain't take no diss, yeah (Yeah)
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