Often

Live, we're live, we're live, we're live, we're live

We're live, we're live

Bare chattings but time will tell, get me

Bare gassing on the machine as well, they know

Fire, man'll get banged, mm

(I love Chris Rich)

Listen

We pop champagne in the club 'cause the lifestyle used to be horrid

Uptown bitch in a five star nightgown givin' me knowledge

Supply downs, VVs foreign

Better tuck with your pork, yeah, my broskis are blacked on black got my city like Gotham

Skip the bat, man step on my jewels, I'll rock them

Blud, he's a joker, my **** got them

Tell them young gunners "Come 'round and flex with the goons"

I'll bust them, I'll bust them

Top hit on my plate, fuck fame

On my Bruce I'll chop them, that ain't a problem

Had enough of Amiri jeans, I still drop them

I want Chrome Hearts, Corteiz

Celine, all Yves Saint drip, but I already copped them

She want tug love, come and be with a boss then

Bossed up in the back row, straight out of Compton

She hear my tunes on a often

Plain Janes, no bust downs, these on top them

All the bad bitches play my songs often

I don't trust but she know my problems

Baby, don't speak when I plot them

You like gun men? Let's have fun then, come then

All the bad bitches play my songs often

Bossed up in the back row, straight out of Compton

She hear my tunes on a often

Plain Janes, no bust downs, these on top them

All the bad bitches play my songs often

I don't trust but she know my problems

Baby, don't speak when I plot them

You like gun men? Let's have fun then, come then

All the bad bitches play my songs often

We don't trust no **** 'round the other side

We let them hollows fly, another homocide

Now my whole team kitting for some other guys

I ain't got no time, bro's gone a time

Never do old fashioned, I need more designs

Always been on latches, so we got that bang

Grrt, your boys been all lacking, so we gonna bang

Pay attention, got the COVID-19

Homie sanitised, made the banger rise

Done a load of qweffings, we'd a load of cheffings

We can glamorise, we got bragging rights

This badinha dumb, she couldn't be my wife

I don't love her, fuck it, I'll just jeet her twice

If I wanna floss, I'll cop a jail twice

Bossed up in the back row, straight out of Compton

She hear my tunes on a often

Plain Janes, no bust downs, these on top of them

All the bad bitches play my songs often

I don't trust but she know my problems

Baby, don't speak when I plot them

You like gun men? Let's have fun then, come then

All the bad bitches play my songs often

Bossed up in the back row, straight out of Compton

She hear my tunes on a often

Plain Janes, no bust downs, these on top of them

All the bad bitches play my songs often

I don't trust but she know my problems

Baby, don't speak when I plot them

You like gun men? Let's have fun then, come then

All the bad bitches play my songs often

(I love Chris Rich)