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[Verse 1]
Trap line blinging, clients ringing, I get figures
Swing it, splash it and turn 'em swimmers
All of my **** are lions, gorillas
[Verse 2]
Big machine in the room
But I still wanna sweep with the broom
Let me show you how demons move
Play hide-and-seek or peek-a-boo
Lil bro wanna step and squeeze it too
Cool
Three-door truck, three of the goons
Let's move
Tryna put a yute on the news
The boys in blue wanna pree my crew
So we still gotta leave no clues
Anywhere that I see these yutes
I'll beat my boots, ruin the B22s
Amiri jeans with the Louis bag
Moncler and the season's new
Trap
Can't reload if it's decent food
Need TT grub, make a fiend go blue
Came with five, but I beat off two (Bluwuuuuuuu)
Now I'm left with three
Anyone that I see on the way back
Jump out, spray that, corn ain't sweet
**** got bined and he thought it was me
Talk is cheap
We don't speak
Phone line ring, gotta call for the re
Had to put that trap on pause to war in the streets
Yo, whose got the keys?
You know I wanna drill that now
Oi, broski, spin that 'round
Them man can't drive with their windows down
Since **** got dipped and drowned (Clown)
No picking and choosing
Crash that corn at the crowd
Go there with the pistol, no whistle
Bet you're gonna hear that loud
You hear that sound? That's sirens coming
I'm doing the dash, I'm cuttin
Broad day when broski done him
Always got a pokey on him
One in the headie, I ain't tryna hit no leggies
I wave that wap and wig him
Had man swimming and I still grind consistent
My ting different
Fly them dinners
[Verse 3]
Trap line blinging, clients ringing, I get figures
Got ties with drillers who do that dirt in the dingers
Shoot or splash it and turn them swimmers
Now they got bro doing bird with wingers
All of my **** are lions, gorillas
[Verse 4]
Supply them kittens
Juug food on the scales fly it and hit it
Jumped out the ride, rised it and hit him
You can hear how the tyres are skidding
I never heard shit from them when I was doing years in the prison
Had me on the wing tryna pattern on visits
4 and a half man tag it in tickets
What's next? Send out a text
Clean up the digis, add up the digits
The package will vanish in minutes
I know how to manage a business
And I still know how to bang it and drill it
I heard suttin got **** don't know who did it
Could have been W or L
We got that W, they suffered a L
They lie and they cover it well
Free Flippa, done it broad day, bait as hell
Man hit the news by 12
Hammer and nails that had me in jail
I threw him a shell and he fell
I flew in a coupe and chilled with a girl
Next day put two bricks on the scales
Pissed if the pigs put me in a cell
My 1siders still pull up, hop out with hood up
And man get cook up
Big hollowtip in his tee, no sugar
Bro on a 125 with a cooker
**** didn't get bine, but he should have
Should have got fried and toasted
Bro beat his mash, they ghosted
Didn't know who? It's the usual culprits
Rest up Culprit (Ay, rest up Culps, man)
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