Bill Up

[Hook: Merky ACE and 𝘊𝘢𝘱𝘰 𝘓𝘦𝘦] Nah, nah, nah, nah, line Get bill up, that spliff 𝘕𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩 𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐𝘢𝘯 (Aye, Capo, trust me) 𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘨 (𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘰) Line, get bill up, 'cah bill up Nah, nah, nah, nah, lying Get bill up, that spliff 𝘕𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩 𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐𝘢𝘯 (Aye, Capo, trust me) 𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘨 (Fuck that, listen, yo) Lying, get bill up, 'cah bill up [Verse 1: Capo Lee] Yeah, come around, nigga's know, I'm the one Ain't got chipped, ain't got rid, I don't bun I don't hide, I don't snitch, I don't run I got bars, make you bounce, to the drum Couple bangers, I'll be gone, in a sec I got London, in my heart, and I rep Fuck around, and it's karma, that you'll get Huh? Raving, with your money, you're a myth I ain't about this, sprint to the top and I'm out here for guidance Chasing the money for the crown and the highness Clash of the pagans, no we ain't righteous Still trap hard for thе madders to writers When it comеs to raves and the games provide us When it comes to raves and the game won't mind us When I touch mic it's all - yeah, not hypers I thought, you trap, for a living So why you dodging, these boxers, like Floyd? You make line, off the food, now I'm 'nnoyed In a trap, you're no longer, employed Talk, 'bout youngers, in the states You're a clown, with control, over your mates Lying, get bill up, like Gates I said, lying, get bill up, like gates [Hook] Nah, nah, nah, nah, lying Get bill up, that spliff 𝘕𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩 𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐𝘢𝘯 (Aye, Capo, trust me) Lying, get bill up, like Goldberg (𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘰) 𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱, '𝘤𝘢𝘩 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱 [Verse 2: Merky ACE] Yeah Rap bars, but grime, you don't do We got our lives, on the line, for the move Said you did, but you don't, have a clue Getting gassed, 'cause your fans, think you do So many garbs, always, they're my favourite Chicken burger, no lettuce, any barbecue wings They're favourite, Amsterdam sensia, I was their favourite That park's my favourite, grams on my ankles achin' Still out here man think that I'm ganking 'Cause I just splashed, but I earned that, statement New kid, signed at a station, and went court Your P's in a basin G, you're a snitch I do grime, but I still, ain't rich 'Cause I didn't, get no, inheritance It was me, with a pagan, behind tints Now I'm out, on my ones, got the link If I get it, for you, there's a drink Social ting, behind, the sink Lying, get bill up, like Clint [Hook] Nah, nah, nah, nah, lying Get bill up, that spliff 𝘕𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩 𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐𝘢𝘯 (Aye, Capo, trust me) Lying, get bill up, like Goldberg (𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘰) 𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱, '𝘤𝘢𝘩 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱 Nah, nah, nah, nah, lying Get bill up, that spliff 𝘕𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩 𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐𝘢𝘯 (Aye, Capo, trust me) Lying, get bill up, like Goldberg (𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘰) 𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱, '𝘤𝘢𝘩 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱