Lyrics

More poles than a relay, this dirty from PK
I'm in the T mixing, I ain't DJing
Them **** fraudulent, Β£90K for the Nautilus
Five quid for the SIG, spray your block like deodorant
I really let my spinner off, bullets flying like Mykonos
I cut down dinners, I cut **** off
Let it ring like a caller, I'm a doer, not a talker
Really had a gun bigger than my daughter
They said "Rap ain't selling"
So I guess it's back to crack selling
I need a fully auto MAC-11
Don't blame me, I'm a girl yute
Getting to this revenue
I'm with the kinda chicks you could never scoop
Came up trapping, crack house, fiends scratching
I put runners on, these ain't Asics
Find a strip, I put a line on it, get me a Lyca SIM
I make a phone bang, I put my life on it
In the field, no referee, shoot it till it's empty
Used to want a hundred then I put that on my neck piece
I ain't like them other man, more stripes than Adidas
If I put her on a flight, she bringing Cali back
Cause I'm a dealer, heroin residue on my TANITAs
I got dirty penger than Caresha
I got the fiends twitching, semi-auto Glock-17 gripping
I'm Hulk Hogan, I got the T ripping
Flying to this bread like a seagull
Hundred grand vehicle, got this ten-ten stroking my ego
See the pain in my eyelids, pull strings like a violin
Born broke, I guarantee I die rich
Went from pebbles to Pan Asian menus
They can't keep up, I'm like Kendall
Written by: Rimzee
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