Grr
Cod 45, could come out and I'll still never team up
A wife and the gwop, I don't need much
Broke niggas chatting greaze, tell 'em ease up
The only money that they got was from a prenup
Cold weather, step out the town with my ski gloves
Light his skin coming like he Ski Mask the Slump God
Gmail the clip how it leave a nigga logged off
Pull up to the crib had to take the baddies top off
If you ain't making no money, shut the fuck up
Broke arrogance, I tell a nigga bog off
Rich made, made 6K in my levi's
501 with my money, never knee height
Broke days, I was catting for a P5
Rock a show, five quid, then I get a P5
With my niggas kicking ball, they call me the dream team
Better still developing like FIFA 16
I was broke now all my money mainstream
Ain't hard to take me in like a baileys
Bailiffs at my door, you ain't getting nothing
Prolly like a pack, but I'll leave your nose running
I just hit a lick, made twenty grand quick
Money long like bananas, that shit never splits
Went america, these niggas keep talking 'bout "Jit"
Man I blew from before, I don't know about crips
Cod 45, could come out and I'll still never team up
A wife and the gwop, I don't need much
Broke niggas chatting greaze, tell 'em ease up
The only money that they got was from a prenup
Cold weather, step out the town with my ski gloves
Light his skin coming like he Ski Mask the Slump God
Gmail the clip how it leave a nigga logged off
Pull up to the crib had to take the baddies top off
We don't flex round 'ere, we bring techs round 'ere
We don't flex round 'ere, we bring techs round 'ere
You can't flag you a side, if you ain't from there
We don't flex round 'ere, we bring waps round 'ere
We don't flex round 'ere, we bring techs round 'ere
We don't flex round 'ere, we bring techs round 'ere
You can't flag you a side, if you ain't from there
We don't flex round 'ere, we bring waps round 'ere
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