I don’t smoke But I’m really on smoke I knocked out a bloke Just for talking that shi But thats minor Cuz I’ll put you in my spliff Thats on smoke Life of a don bro Keep it anonymous like John Doe It’s long bro. Wanna beef me till gang pulls up with gun smoke Long poles I ain’t scared to let shotty go off bro Bop bop Bop bop bro I’m just tryna make p’s Couldn’t gaf about an opp thot yo Mop stick no cleaning Im talking about the shots bro Like get popped bro I hate snakes I hate fakes I bag food And I get paid It’s like chess mate The way I sneak up And check mate An opp punched my boy And he got sm*ked the next day I told you I’m on smoke U think we don’t have gun smoke Till I put a gun in your throat Like who ain’t got straps now I’m back now On a track now But soon I’m back on the block With this strap it ain’t no point not using it So I wanna let it shot On the opp block Bow bow They be like how how He used to a good boy Now he rolls with sh*nks and g*ns boy Yh he can get you bun boy Even the opps see me they don’t wanna have fun oi Cuz I’m a gangster I’ll bang you out for talking about banter If I got asked for any gift by Santa I’ll probably say a strap YAH. If Santa asked me for a gift I’d probably say a strap and a flick And a pack and a brick And a gaff full of chicks And a gaff that I can crop in Got the line popping Yh the line’s popping Gang full of trappers and croppers yh we cropping And gang full of choppers yh we chopping Yh we hustling man you know how it is Trying to make a billion of quids.
Yo
Kc
Keep caution
Strictly hustle squad
IS this free to use
I don’t smoke
But I’m really on smoke
I knocked out a bloke
Just for talking that shi
But thats minor
Cuz I’ll put you in my spliff
Thats on smoke
Life of a don bro
Keep it anonymous like John Doe
It’s long bro.
Wanna beef me till gang pulls up with gun smoke
Long poles
I ain’t scared to let shotty go off bro
Bop bop
Bop bop bro
I’m just tryna make p’s
Couldn’t gaf about an opp thot yo
Mop stick no cleaning
Im talking about the shots bro
Like get popped bro
I hate snakes
I hate fakes
I bag food
And I get paid
It’s like chess mate
The way I sneak up
And check mate
An opp punched my boy
And he got sm*ked the next day
I told you I’m on smoke
U think we don’t have gun smoke
Till I put a gun in your throat
Like who ain’t got straps now
I’m back now
On a track now
But soon I’m back on the block
With this strap it ain’t no point not using it
So I wanna let it shot
On the opp block
Bow bow
They be like how how
He used to a good boy
Now he rolls with sh*nks and g*ns boy
Yh he can get you bun boy
Even the opps see me they don’t wanna have fun oi
Cuz I’m a gangster
I’ll bang you out for talking about banter
If I got asked for any gift by Santa
I’ll probably say a strap YAH.
If Santa asked me for a gift
I’d probably say a strap and a flick
And a pack and a brick
And a gaff full of chicks
And a gaff that I can crop in
Got the line popping
Yh the line’s popping
Gang full of trappers and croppers yh we cropping
And gang full of choppers yh we chopping
Yh we hustling man you know how it is
Trying to make a billion of quids.
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