OLD BARS [FOOTSIE BEAT]

Oi, why the fuck are you trying face, suit up My food kinda brave, I'm number one In your drum, grab you son Stick him in the microwave, I gotta gun So please try behave i'm having none Bullets, I ain't tryna save none That's a hot six all in your lung Crush your crew like a tidal wave, you get bun Get you in the china rave, you get stung Shot like a pile of grade, that ain't fun Stack when you try to evade, I ain't dumb From north up top like the premiership For my plate there's no membership My contracts crow your apprenticeship Still make dough shotting of peng and shit You might see me on the roads it's, Cas When you see me you're like "there's, Cas" They wanna be me and be like, Cas But they got ain't gas So they ain't like, Cas You might see me in the bits it's, Cas Move big bits in the bits it's, Cas I'm up north like tits it's, Cas No I'm not brash No I'm Cas, Cas, Cas Castro from T, I rep PP and that's Never had to discrete me with the GP about PP and that's that Never had a SLK, or a GT and that's that Never learned eel and joe was food G