[Hook] Gucci Louis my colour for real Louboutin is her heels I know Rollie's might try and follow the wheels The obbo is real We invested in copper and steel You can get fried like Kentucky for real We expected this fuckery for real Still risk getting [?] hope we get lucky for real
Gucci Louis my colour for real Louboutin is her heels I know Rollie's might try and follow the wheels The obbo is real We invested in copper and steel You can get fried like Kentucky for real We expected this fuckery for real
What's the deal, still keeping up [?] deals Still put bread into skengs and I still ain't got me a Smith unlike Will I really had a [?] on me take a chase uphill while you was wrapped up in your quilt Really had a half of box of me up north, but I never put on no kilt Trust me the obbo is real They had me in court tryna deny my guilt Touch road and my first meal was jollof for real Still find myself in the ride, two rambos twinning And they're tall like me and Colo for real I had to Sneak like Bo but for real These coppers for real 90 on the M all for a meal That's buj and [?] for real Put down readies now sauce on spill Yes I got shh on the cooker for real I ain't tryna wish I could win the lotto I'm up and down the M tryna dodge the obbo I dunno if I'll be out here tomorrow I just folded a 20 and I made me a comma I do road with a whole load of things in the motor Feds wish they could grab the revolver I could Louis and Gucci my loafers Been time since I been sleeping on sofas Found it hard to make toast in the jailhouse So I just touched road and got me a toaster The obbo is real They need to let the wing free like Oprah
[Verse 2] I gotta set the bar high in the T I can't set the bar low, Gary Spent '013 in the bando And I was listening to Potter no Harry I remember having no charger So I had to preserve my battery All Scott wanna do is score and I told him don't Dele just wait in the alley Old school like Tim and Barry Hit the opp block tryna smoke me one You was worried bout smoking on Cali I'm up and down the M with Skatty Treat the bando like your local cash and carry All old school I'm looking through the letterbox trust me I'll do that one gladly Four door revving, two skengs in Two litre engine, you love this friend ting So don't left him, you better be De Gea tryna save your bredrin Trap phone benching I got this... that I just can't put all my eggs in Bruck down penny of each Distribute balls like the same way President Trump distributing his speech I swear me and T would've been rich If we ever had a run that's clean But for years we were doing up jail Between two Gs that's hundreds of weeks That's all for juggin' and violence Obbo in the hood that's Trident Things in the kitchen that's science Trap phones filled up with clients And these opps can't tell me bout riding I had their whole block smelling like tyres And I know what it feels like to be dead broke cah I scraped the fuck out the Pyrex And I heard a whole load of sirens How they talk about pressure, when it's me that applied it I put skengs in a bruck down Vectra Them man are bruck like Lesnar Still get it in a dance I couldn't give a fuck about wands and sensors Circle the opp block too many times now the gang just restlessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.