[Intro] KO Daily Duppy Homerton Know what's going on
[Verse] Step with my G on the R for the M, done it daily tryna duppy Grab keys for the car, get 'em touched and down We gotta try, it ain't rugby Bread is a need for the dargs, dings and skengs take money Keep up fuckery, he got bored Bro got sauce in the hand, it ain't chutney Shelly, blow 'til it's empty Soak in petty, could've hit the can, no Jerry Hold feels in the chest, won't lie on the L if things get messy It's calm, more stress is bless, I'll take the L this time, no Presley Step back pumped, get him sparked like a scuttle Back cuts and score like a sweaty Opps can't get past us, ching man down, tryna turn him spaghetti Sammys on Abz, he's twinning, dip him, the YG's dem get cheffy Tryna leave 'em tops red like Pepsi Drenched on entry, techniques deadly Waist and up, that's chest, neck, belly They like a leg, love a toe like Demi Caged, stuck, brothers on birdies Some of them lengthy, gauge bruck Gunners blood thirsty, dumb, tryna quench it My youngens play dirty, plug up your bestie Stay shut firmly, they come to arrest me Don't put a word in, I ain't tryna hear that it gets peak Bro trapping, he catching them Z's I don't know how he gets sleep Pull up straight crashing, drive away bagging Then we apply pressure to the next beef Ride a next block or write a next song Do I send punchlines or headshots? When it hit crunch time and it went off They weren't on hype, seen 'em break fast, Kelloggs Up close in your face with weapons Or you see it rise from a range like jollof 'Cause I rap, don't think K fell off Guess I should fallback, dump a few more tracks Make a few more bags Opps want me in the morgue, cops want me in court But I'm here so things ain't all bad Got men behind doors, friends in the floor How it goes, wish I could have them all back Risk it, the consequence could be prison If it's you they nicking, better not consequently start snitching How many times did I see 'em Mad how he constantly starts chippin' Run up and cut tru' him just like ribbons Garms getting burnt, ain't match descriptions Riding, take chance, risky There ain't nuttin' that you can tell my villains If my bravehearts land in the system Then it's visits and mail like Gibson Can of tuna and a sock buss head Red or leave fist in chins, Crimson Stack them papers, splash it all Raven, we ain't got the same vision Feds did raid the right spot Didn't find that spinner or the mop, it was well hidden Yeah, I heard he pulled up, took shots But shoot like they plannin' on missing Them boy are no good with that cannon Actors, they should've grabbed 'em a Nikon I was dressed in black when I blew it Tryna make sure it's into, Milan Out still tryna cop skengs, make 'em bap, Kylian Them boys friends with feds They clue drop or givin' assistance I can never snitch on a yout, that's cross off the blues like Finland Definitely built different, instant retaliations if I'm slipping How many opps left mates when things got ments? It don't make sense cah they remix and don't need stems Don't fence Pick my end of the stick so I know what I'm up against Still getting told music gon' pay off Milk it 'til your sweet condensed Don't rat out if you're touched Just sign when the beef commenced React now, try light skin, Denz and Renz Better hope that you got your vest If we aim for your chest, try prevent death Gotta keep it down when you're in OT, expenses spent Only shoot when you got that aim right Anyhow that we boring 'em, don't want an audience Bro did it bait, some man would've suffered from stage fright Ride pillion in the daytime All my youngers dem got it 'pon waist line We deya if we get that drop on a fellow They calling me Drilliam but I don't playwrightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
