smoking a fat spliff in the back of the car
packing heat just in case any paigens try to run past
we got the street on lock so dnt try to mess
you'll be screaming like our bitches back in the crib
growing this weed 24/7
waiting to get the gwop at the end of the crop
shotting a bit of the charlie to the fiends beneath the dirty slums of L-O-N-D-O-N
thats just how we roll down ere.
Next bars!!!!
this road ting had me finking musics long
but my niggaz were like, wavey, you do this don
so i jumped back, tryna run rap
yeah, i be in these streets were dem guns clap
i'd be in them deep tryna come back
i only went in for the p's, i love cash
i hear these niggaz talking greaze, he does dat
blood, i saw you in these streets, you run laps
fabrication that speaks, i aint buying that
i've been tyring but the fires back
so next time im in the booth
bring a fire mat, coz when i spit fire
i'll heat up the entire track.
PUSSY
how dare you try nd chat
my niggaz, they get it in
i admire that, but why you tryna act like you higher than
when you clearly aint, so shut up and let me smoke this J