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IJD, you know | Quill, you made this | Cell site, got a lot of my niggas ridin' some numbers
IJD, you know Quill, you made this Cell site, got a lot of my niggas ridin' some numbers No instruments, in other ways, 22 was drummin' Me and TT takin' turns with this hoe from out of London Trickin' on influencers, doin' all this gun fundin' gets tirin' No cap, I brung niggas that really got bodies for wylin' Put racks on her body, for you, she just went up in price Flew the chicken, forgot to link her, I lost track of the time I never cared for no comments and I never cared for no likes I started not doin' my belt up, made it look cool Belt to arse, used to see my paigons, take them to school Furthermore, I used to put my paigons in hospitals I'm kinda pissed I never turnt none packed, but fuck it, we move And I don't need to get girls to drink Liquor to make them off their pants They're doin' it because I'm clav, doin' it because I rap Demon time, I was in black Say you real, I know you cap 'bout any work you claim you put in But let's not get into that Fill my Louis duffle bag up with nothin' but Louis drip First day out loopy, tweakin' like Nettles dropped me a stick Go ask 'bout Nettles before he ever made him a hit The only guy not from my hood that can call me Nettles is Flew out the back seat of a Nissan and fed him 706 I'm not a snake, I'm not a snitch, I'ma keep talkin' my shit Give me two days and I bet you I'll be walkin' down this bitch In a luxury hotel that she didn't know exists But if she's shit at suckin' dick, she won't be seein' me again Free up Flacko, we put in work and I was with him in the cage And since I turnt famous, barely anything remained the same Pockets got fatter, pocket rocketin' hacker Me and M just bought a tracker, more than ten racks on maca Shot and missed and it don't matter I sold dutty to the cats, not the green, not the matcha Match day, you ain't got your boots, don't size up CLAV I done a drill Monday mornin', should've been taggin' with Keef I'ma blur his name, but - to this day still droppin' heat Drop a nigga out if he rats, you knew to not talk to police I revved up couple BBLs, but I prefer them more petite I've sponsored couple BBLs for girls that I ain't ever seen But when I touch their city, I'm gettin' my money's worth Fuck her like my life depends on it and make her tummy hurt Don't bring that buff down next to mine Put it back in the fuckin' dirt The way your jeweller bumped you He's gotta think you're a fuckin' nerd Fuck whatever you heard, that bally on ain't scarin' no one I asked around who shot or stabbed and they all told me no one Askin' who's my rapper friends, with my chest, I told them no one Let's just make songs then fuck off back to wherever we come from If you don't put in or step out, don't ever talk on no beef Talkin's free, who made up the sayin' that talkin' was cheap? I said fuck the cully last time, I apologise Cuttin' through the hood in one I used to be on pedal bike HMP, homemade knife and a towel 'round my face when I'm on exercise She's lucky that she fucked me once and luckier the second time Poppin' doors, scorin' points used to make me happy I can't sign out like it's nothin', I did chefins with no bally I can't forget where I come from, but where I come from is baggage 7K for the fit, told her tell her mum that I play for Palace Fill the Rimowa up, when I land, I CBA to pack it Don't ever talk on my credit, boy, you've never been active
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