Got a new 4-
Got a new 4-
Got a new 4-
Got a new 4-5 and a dinger with range
Let's put an opp on the page
This brand-new Richard Millie came with a trade
Do not get shot in the face
BEEP, BEEP, that's the sound of the microwave
Just took me a trip and got me a bird
And it came with long wings, but it's flying away
Only fans got her rich and lit, she ain't fucked in a year
All these VV's in the dark, different colours, but they're clear
I'm hard-headed, unexpected, I press it 'til I can't hear (baow)
Yeah, I'm a menace, I could do a trick, and make you disappear
Oh, you won't move from the ends, she's comfy over there
Top striker in the borough, ST18 stays turnt up
Chiraq lifestyle when I come up
So I copped ten waps in one summer
Yeah, I'm charged up
If shawty asked me my age, yeah, I'm 18-hunna
If I trip, you ain't gotta pick me up
I'm gettin' up so quick
You can flick, whilst grippin' on my blick (baow)
If it jams, I can't slip
I can see a drought from a mile away stashed in bricks
I know the recipe to gettin' rich
I helped so many plugs get rich
Fuck with broski like he's my twin
No get backs they ain't doing a thing
On the internet, they win
No internet, verified in this ting
He's lucky he's still got his limbs
Opened him up like he was a tin
There's evidence I shoot niggas, you can still go and ask him
If they ask who scored the most points
Then you better point at me
Lil' Meech puttin' his blacks on at the same time, I'm overseas
I'm in a restaurant, conspiring, talkin' murder over tea
The fact you don't contribute to the scoreboard
Should lower your self-esteem
Confident, when I'm in that stolen car
You won't ever catch me nervous
Couple stabbings, in a couple days
Turned my block to a fucking furnace
Told bro, we're just tryna hurt him
Then don't bother 'cah I'm tryna chef him
I buy straps for the gang I'm reppin'
Not no IG hoe a Birkin
I'm on the O2 stage, SJ backstage
With a Tre pound in his trousers
The next Trey boy that slips, he's dead
And I'll bet you a hundred thousand
Blud's squirtin', screamin' and shoutin'
That's how I got my man when I got 'round
On the paigon wing
When they ask, "Where you from?"
I say, "Stamford Hill at the top of the mountain"
Money can't buy heart
My jewellery bright but my visions are dark
I got dreams of sending somethin' to G-O-D, tough luck for his marj
I still don't give a fuck 'bout the charts
My next tape, I need a million, minimum
Me and - got nothing in common
I get down opps and not the civilians
Got a new 4-5 and a dinger with range
Let's put an opp on the page
This brand-new Richard Millie came with a trade
Do not get shot in the face
BEEP, BEEP, that's the sound of the microwave
Just took me a trip and got me a bird
And it came with long wings, but it's flying away
(Got a new 4-5 and a dinger with range)
(Let's put an opp the page)
(This brand-new Richard Millie came with a trade)
(Do not get shot in the face)
(BEEP, BEEP, that's the sound of the microwave)
(Just took me a trip and got me a bird)
(And it came with long wings, but it's flying away)
