Step on the block, it's peak, Man’s movin’ mad, tryna earn that P, In the ends where the YGs creep, Man’s got a tool, but it’s lowkey, Got the drop on opps, man’s bruckin' in, No face, no case when I’m duckin' him, Bare man chat, but they’re nothin' grim, Bare man act, but they’re soft within. Chorus: In the bits where it’s lit, no cap, Tryna make Ps, no time to nap, Bare cats want a taste, they yap, Man’s on job, no time for trap. Verse 2: Man’s in the bando, baggin’ the loud, Feds on the block, gotta move so proud, Mask on face, can’t blend in the crowd, Move so cold, but the beats so loud. Man’s got links from Brum to the South, Talk too much, get a fist in your mouth, Might see gyal when I’m lurkin’ about, But man don’t simp, no love, no drought.
Drivers seat man I'm whipping it my way Gloves on the wheel tryna rip that highway Can't see straight cah my pupils dilate.... Got 2 sweet jawns in the backseat tryna tease us with dere horny mind games Just pulled up to the spot lets cruise Straps in the cab and cash in the boot Open the doors like yo don't move who's the big man now cock the slide n shoot 🔫
One shoot, two shoot, three shoot Ha il ferro caldo un mio mandem Occhi aperti in disparte Vieni ti fan le piazze Plazo al blocco e non siamo ad harlem Baddieg Vuole Givenchy Mentre pensa a stylist designer La mia baby Ti mette il ferro dentro il culo Se parli balle Mentre insulta le altre puttane Solo se la guardano male Noi non ci fottiamo con gente Quella merda rimane uguale Il mio odio cresce alle spalle Dalla prima elementare Hai due palle da ferro battuto E per questo da tanto mi piaci Il tuo cuore bellissima è limpido Mi accarezzi mi viene quel brivido E la forza di estinguere un micro Microinsettini corrono dal vivo Son sulla tastiera che fingono Lo realizzano e dopo capiscono Stavo pensando alla uana Back marijuana Sippavo lean per la strada Volevo far l'astronauta
Cold instrumental
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Step on the block, it's peak,
Man’s movin’ mad, tryna earn that P,
In the ends where the YGs creep,
Man’s got a tool, but it’s lowkey,
Got the drop on opps, man’s bruckin' in,
No face, no case when I’m duckin' him,
Bare man chat, but they’re nothin' grim,
Bare man act, but they’re soft within.
Chorus:
In the bits where it’s lit, no cap,
Tryna make Ps, no time to nap,
Bare cats want a taste, they yap,
Man’s on job, no time for trap.
Verse 2:
Man’s in the bando, baggin’ the loud,
Feds on the block, gotta move so proud,
Mask on face, can’t blend in the crowd,
Move so cold, but the beats so loud.
Man’s got links from Brum to the South,
Talk too much, get a fist in your mouth,
Might see gyal when I’m lurkin’ about,
But man don’t simp, no love, no drought.
Drivers seat man I'm whipping it my way
Gloves on the wheel tryna rip that highway
Can't see straight cah my pupils dilate....
Got 2 sweet jawns in the backseat tryna tease us with dere horny mind games
Just pulled up to the spot lets cruise
Straps in the cab and cash in the boot
Open the doors like yo don't move who's the big man now cock the slide n shoot
🔫
One shoot, two shoot, three shoot
Ha il ferro caldo un mio mandem
Occhi aperti in disparte
Vieni ti fan le piazze
Plazo al blocco e non siamo ad harlem
Baddieg
Vuole Givenchy
Mentre pensa a stylist designer
La mia baby
Ti mette il ferro dentro il culo
Se parli balle
Mentre insulta le altre puttane
Solo se la guardano male
Noi non ci fottiamo con gente
Quella merda rimane uguale
Il mio odio cresce alle spalle
Dalla prima elementare
Hai due palle da ferro battuto
E per questo da tanto mi piaci
Il tuo cuore bellissima è limpido
Mi accarezzi mi viene quel brivido
E la forza di estinguere un micro
Microinsettini corrono dal vivo
Son sulla tastiera che fingono
Lo realizzano e dopo capiscono
Stavo pensando alla uana
Back marijuana
Sippavo lean per la strada
Volevo far l'astronauta
Le shit bien mousseux m’aide a dormir
Bcp trop à l’aise augmente le bpm
Attaque défense fidèle au poste
Voiture allemande 0 loca
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