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Young LS
Young LS
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Young LS
Young LS
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Lyrics

[Chorus]
Got a Moncler, black whip, Cali in me zip
Black coat, 110's, Bally that's drip
Split the flake into bits, took a rag but they missed
'Cause the bird that I'm with's got it hidden in her tit
'Cause she's real like that, keep it G like that
Meek a mil, big plaque, got two like Pac
Got a five-figure track, got a Rollie on the wrist
Four box all cash, no clutch, all gas
[Verse 1]
In an RS6, on the MOT, big brick
Keep it blend with the chick, still a tapped little kid
Got a brother called Wes, on the pitch, big stick
Clocked Vinny in a dinger, active on a lick
Got the polly from Morocco, straight from a ship
Then we cut it into slates, take cash, no tick
And the batch gets flipped, and the money flows real
With me brother man splits, if he's opp get ricked
[Verse 2]
Fuck a wife, want a slag, black beamer and a bag
And the road gets sticky like a semi-quick frag
No return if you slip, straight bed, go kip
Fuck that, I'm still para for a plain clothed pig
Couldn't catch me in a van, couldn't catch me on foot
So me name's unknown like "Yo, what's good?"
Never fear no man, 'cause he still bleeds blood
He's a gangster online, real life moves shook
[Chorus]
Got a Moncler, black whip, Cali in me zip
Black coat, 110's, Bally that's drip
Split the flake into bits, took a rag but they missed
'Cause the bird that I'm with's got it hidden in her tit
'Cause she's real like that, keep it G like that
Meek a mil, big plaque, got two like Pac
Got a five figure track, got a Rollie on the wrist
Four box all cash, no clutch, all gas
[Verse 3]
Took a loss big dept, but the comeback's quick
Like City threw Pep, black mask like Čech
At the back like Virg, in the middle like Fred
And me boys up top, got money on your head
Fuck a rat, fuck a snitch, made him lag like a glitch
Got your bird in the whip, she's a dirty little bitch
Fuck that down south where the pack got sent
Big crops, no tent and it's bought, no rent
[Verse 4]
If the phone stops workin' then I'm out there lurkin'
Late night earnin' and I'm backroad servin'
In a dinger, no German, if it's plod then I swerve in
'Cause I won't get nicked and nah I don't do servin'
And I don't do fakes, I can see it in his eyes
I said, "He's real all talk, he's a jack in disguise"
When you're dealin' with me, brother, honesty applies
If you break that rule, get to fuck, go die
[Chorus]
Got a Moncler, black whip, Cali in me zip
Black coat, 110's, Bally that's drip
Split the flake into bits, took a rag but they missed
'Cause the bird that I'm with's got it hidden in her tit
'Cause she's real like that, keep it G like that
Meek a mil, big plaque, got two like Pac
Got a five figure track, got a Rollie on the wrist
Four box all cash, no clutch, all gas
Written by: Young LS
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