[Intro]
R.A the God
AYO Beats
[Verse 1: JS]
Don't gamble your life, roll dice, no Ludo
Soon be a boss, no Hugo
Said you know me but I don't know you though
Smack down grub in the trap for the cash
I'm hittin' these cats but it ain't no Judo
Bud, send man up to Pluto
All of the mandem United
Call man Rashford and YD's Bruno
'Cah they way he drops and assists it
I'm movin' the grub on the pavement
Jakesdem watchin', still tryin' to risk it
In the kitchen, with the Pyrex whippin'
Trap makin' the gangdem a killin'
Vibe in the motive, henny i'm sippin'
Lively you know the spinting's spinnin'
Hundred percent that he brought it with him
Man just bill up a spliff then rass it
Stuck in the trap with cash, crack
Emma, Mike and Martin
Backstrap Zеns on my ear let me spark it
Bro got a 'Dings for a Bills and hе's scrapin' racks
Got me thinkin'
Just started, take off with the Martians
Just started, take off with the Martians
[Verse 2: YD]
I come a long way from the T House
Dem man there come like Vybz Kartel
They once was bad but now they look bleach out
Me and JS was stuck in the trap, servin' to cats
Should've heard how they meowed
I got nicked, they let me out
Fuckin' hell, got out of them cells
And copped me a scale to bag up my re-up
Back the dot-dot out of my rucksack
I don't wanna fight like Ryan Garcia
Couple bad B's say that they want me
They just groupies like Destiny's Child
Told this bad one come get to glurpin'
She love slurpin' so I buss in her mouth
I love me a slim-thick lighty
She hold the wap when we go uptown
I can't do three 5's for a 20s
Three for a 30 to better my stack
Niggas talkin' brass on the net
But live in the flesh don't back their chat
Don't wanna haffi phone up Yardie
Then they gonna know about risin' waps
I get my Bs for a fours, what you know about hittin' the trap?
We ain't hittin' the Folks, I'm flippin' these packs
Can't fuck with no rats, my circle stay small
But I'm big on the map, no cap
Out on the Gilly I'm revving the gas
She said she wanna fuck with me
And next minute she's throwing it back
Moonwalk on the Opp block
Back the Dot-Dot, had the fans dem goin' on mad
Like, this is the life I live
Trust me nigga I ain't doin' no cap
Bad b love to throw that back
She shake her arse and she make that clap
Bad b love to throw that back
She shake her arse and she make that clap
Ayy, she shake her arse and she make that clap
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