That’s Silly

[Intro] (Hazey, baby, hahahahaha) Uh [Verse] I'm in top taste, para 'cause this shop's bait Always got my lock blade Where you from? Don't watch face Still on the block, ayy Countin' up these rocks I need a watch, that when I look at it, all I see is rocks, ayy "Known gang member," erm, bro, that's what the cops say I been layin' low tryna stay up out the cops way A nigga said he's got bangin' buj' for the low But, it's a, "No" from me 'cause he uses too much Bosch, ayy I ain't on this fightin' thing, I'd rather do the knifin' thing Jung ain't on this knifin' thing, he's out here tryna fry some wigs Nitty at the stove whippin' snow, he ain't fryin' eggs Peng food, why you think the kittens keep on dialin' in? I love my niggas, the same way Frankie loves Billy Got a couple shots, so I'll be back in a jiffy Big bro said hе's got a date, I gave him my thingy Don't lack just to take a bitch Akasan, that's silly Don't act likе my niggas ain't puttin' work on many Fuck YouTube, I'ma put my opps on the telly This pretty little thing wanna fuck me and my bro Do your ting babygirl, just don't get make-up on my Fendi Check this, mummy told me never put my hand on women, that's a myth When the niggas I've got beef with are some bitches I'm from Stamford Hill, you know, couple trappers, couple drillers Next time we catch an opp, he gon' need more than couple stitches In the trap runnin' laps 'cause I need more than couple figures Niggas say I can rap, I should try make a killin' Keyz got two sticks on him, Mercedes, tip-tronic Didn't rate me in college, now, she on my dick hoppin' I can get a strip poppin', I can see the Lizz lockin' I can see your bitch droppin' to her kneews to give toppy Yardie never used to trap, he's in the club, wrist-watchin' Pop a wrist watch, then go sell it for some quick profit In the T 'cause my stack needs to hit the ceilin' If I get my chingin' on, I don't need a reason Runnin' 'round late night doin' misdemeanours Stabbed a nigga broad day, now he's in his feelings And I'd be lyin' if I said that I didn't mean it Civilians really saw me, but I didn't deep it This mixtape's just for everyone to know I'm hard Don't care 'bout bein' in the charts, but if I am, I'm thankful, darg I'm tryna make history, Rosa Parks Bitch thinks I'm her counselor, always tryna have a heart-to-heart Her ex was a bum nigga Why's she on the internet talkin' 'bout she's only datin' niggas with the fastest cars That's silly Head to toe, yo, I'm drippy Got a pole and a flicky on me at the same time If I see a foe, he's written Love my phone and my kittens I was broke before I met them Me and bro runnin' jokes on them niggas 'cause we cheffed them [Chorus] From North but I'm in West-end Harrods may be nickles, Off-White Only done a cheffin' once, but that was tripled Real rap, not a riddle Treat the wap like a whistle I'm a trap boy, and a finesser, not a jinlez From North but I'm in West-end Harrods may be nickles, Off-White Only done a cheffin' once, but that was tripled Real rap, not a riddle Treat the wap like a whistle I'm a trap boy, and a finesser, not a jinlez