Third Wheel

[Intro] (Osss) Uh [Verse 1: D7] Say you're gonna ride on me Make it bop back, rock back Anybody sitting on the fence better hop that I ain't got time for a wife, where the thots at? This one air, two tick like WhatsApp I don't even do ticks to my top cap, stop that If you got Ps, I'ma cop that If you're wasting my time gotta lock that, block that, shit got real when I clocked that Man, I got 'nough tings from the Snapchat Move loose but I stay strapped like backpack She got love handles, yeah I back fat This one, if I get tear like a backstop This one, if I get smoked like a big L Tryna hit lungs when I inhale Why arе you telling me to stop, you're a big girl Big girl, hopе you're not giving out intel [Chorus: D7] They got bro on the wing doing clean up Meanwhile, feds think I'm a drug dealer (Huh?) Me and A was baking at Tina's Business, I could never be a third wheeler (Seven) They already know that I'm realer (Yeah) Old school, used to rock Fila Summertime, out here all of the [?] Now they can't see me like I'm John Cena They got bro on the wing doing clean up Meanwhile, feds think I'm a drug dealer (Huh?) Me and A was baking at Tina's Business, I could never be a third wheeler (Seven) They already know that I'm realer Old school, used to rock Fila (Shwoo) Summertime, out here all of the [?] Now they can't see me like I'm John Cena [Verse 2: AJ Tracey] (Trace-o) I got demons I'm fighting That's why more time man I got the runts pack lighting (Shwoo) I don't care about opps, I'm way too rich to be fightin', I can't be frightened (King) Touch road and my senses heighten, no knifing (Woo), shells bite like Tyson (Glee) Feds want my theme tune as a siren (Glee, glee, glee, glee) No way, I dodge charges and bison I can sell Duracells to an iPhone On Grove do an MDMA, hit cells for the evening and fly home (Brrr) I can sell air con to a cyclone (Hello?) I can sell cocaine to Escobar (Yeah) Six three G, WAG ting, I'll bless the car (Vroom) Oh next ting, them boy can't step to ours (Nah) Big wap, four at the back like Vestergaard (Boom, boom) I'm on the grind like Bart in the intro Ching low, that means my ching stays local (Ying) Got mine, no [?], no vocal (Yeah) Get round, don't brag it on socials (Nah) Summertime still bagging up snowballs Tryna dodge [?] and I stay with the [?] (Yeah) Big eye, know I provide (Boom), I'm a gangster Cage up [?] and [?] like a hamster (Glee, glee, glee) [Chorus: D7] They got bro on the wing doing clean up Meanwhile, feds think I'm a drug dealer (Huh?) Me and A was baking at Tina's Business, I could never be a third wheeler (Seven) They already know that I'm realer (Yeah) Old school, used to rock Fila Summertime, out here all of the [?] Now they can't see me like I'm John Cena They got bro on the wing doing clean up Meanwhile, feds think I'm a drug dealer (Huh?) Me and A was baking at Tina's Business, I could never be a third wheeler (Seven) They already know that I'm realer Old school, used to rock Fila (Shwoo) Summertime, out here all of the [?] Now they can't see me like I'm John Cena [Outro] (Start, start, 2, 1, boost ignition and liftoff of the Space Shuttle Discovery)